Anonymous wrote:My father, when he was 66, was super healthy and youthful looking. He came to clean, cook and look after my kids because I was hospitalized that year and took many months to recover. He would play pony with my daughter, and trot with her all the way to school. He drove my son to his activities, and whipped up all sorts of yummy meals for us all.
And now at 75 he has been diagnosed with a severe autoimmune disease which has made him incredibly frail and entirely unable to think of anything except his own immediate wellbeing. It's so sad.
I didn't mean to imply he should be thinking of us at this time. Just that the difference is night and day. We celebrated his birthday, but he didn't care at all. He was worried about his next hospital stay, the poor thing.