Aging is about more than finances. It's about life's little (and not-so-little) surprises.
While it is my intent to concentrate on finances in this blog, there are times when real life trumps even the money.
There I was, sitting in a hospital room in one of those ridiculous open-backed gowns, looking at pastel watercolors of a human heart and listening to my cardiologist explain all the ways in which Grace's heart did NOT look like the pretty pictures.
If I'd had any warning, any pain, ANY sign at all that I was in trouble, I might have been more prepared. As it was, I'd come in for an angiogram because a routine stress test had shown "ambiguous" results. That, along with some seriously lousy genetics (mom, dad, grandparents on both sides all had heart conditions) led to the angiogram.
Long story short, I'm undergoing open heart surgery on Saturday. Triple by-pass time.
Funny how finances don't play into situations like this. I didn't even ask about my insurance coverage. I still haven't. I just assume it will mostly cover what I need, and if it doesn't--well, like Scarlett O'Hara in a different context, I'll think about it tomorrow.
Thank God I HAVE health insurance. And a job. And my family. Two of my daughters are professional caregivers, so I'll be in good hands.
I expect to be off the computer for a few days.
After that, I'll explore the finances of aging with much more attention to the details.