Itís all too easy to face aging with regret that can lapse into despair, especially when one is in constant pain from nagging injuries. As Iíve mentioned here before Iím recuperating from shoulder surgery, and two herniated discs. Iíve been able to get the physical therapist of my choice, who is pushing me harder than the first one I got, but Iím not getting nearly the exercise I usually do, since Iím driving rather than cycling. My vision has deteriorated to the point when I was handed a business card the other day by a sailor, who told me that for the ease of meeting up with his crew he had now put all his boating information on the card including slip number, cell phone number and name and type of the boat. I took a glance at it, complimented him on the concept whereupon he told me, ďMost people hold it the other way.Ē
I slipped on my reading glasses and realized that I had been holding his logo of a sailboat upside down.
Deterioration and demise await all of us. I know two people well who are handling their aging related infirmities quite differently. One who is in her 70s, is stricken with a mysterious ailment. She now barely moves from her bed. Another is the indomitable Ruth Pomerantz, 97 years young. She has trouble walking and seeing, but has set herself the goal of living to 100. Mentally she is still sharp and has the most positive attitude of any senior citizen I know. Not surprisingly she has passed her perspective down to her daughter, Carolisa Pomerantz, my significant other of 21 years. Carolisa lives her life with zest and enthusiasm, pushing against her physical limitations, proudly proclaiming with her signature in every email that sheís out to "Reverse Aging Now".
With ocean water in the 70s, for the first time all summer, at Carolisaís encouragement, I went for a swim, mindful of the fact that my surgeon forbade me from extending my left arm over my head. His strictures limited me to doing a side stroke in one direction and an elementary back stroke in the other. There will be no crawls, trudgen strokes or breast strokes from me for a while, and no diving into the surf head first. Last summer I was swimming a mile and a half to two miles each week in Venice-not this year. Still, from that day in the ocean I got a dose of encouragement, an emotion I need to store up and draw upon when times look bleak. For now, my smile is back.
After our second day at the beach together we paid a brief visit to the Venice Canals. Don't forget to watch the anti-aging documentary "Reverse Aging Now." . Photo of Paul Suchecki by Carolisa Pomerantz Anti-Aging Diary c. 2015 Checkmate Pictures - Paul M. J. Suchecki - webmaster