"Don't let the change of life get you down. It's too hard to get back up."--Maxine.
As always, Maxine gets it right. Unfortunately, though, I didn't heed her advice. The change of life did get me down. Once it had me there, it kicked me with steel-toed shoes.
Inch by inch, gasp by gasp, I pulled myself up, a feat made more difficult when you consider that I did it with bad feet, an arthritic hip, two stomachs, and breasts that felt like bags of wet sand. And I did it despite the efforts of my loving family to keep me down.
Now, I'm up and ready to kick life in the teeth. (Well, maybe I'll settle for parts lower.)