You’re 65, jolting awake at 3 a.m., calves knotted like twisted ropes, pain shooting sharp enough to steal your breath.…
You’re 58, rubbing that nagging ache in your knee after a short walk, checking your glucose meter with a frown,…
You’re 55, flushing fast to avoid the glance down—until one day, something off catches your eye. Color wrong, shape strange,…
You’re 62, crossing your legs at the dinner table, that nagging urge hitting like clockwork. The bathroom trips interrupt movies,…
You’re 64, heaving a sigh as you struggle to rise from the sofa, arms quivering under your own weight. Grandkids…