You’re 59, squinting at the fine print on your pill bottle, pricking your finger for another blood sugar check, and…
You’re 68, staring at the bathroom scale that hasn’t budged in days, that familiar bloat pressing like an unwelcome guest…
You’re 67, sliding under the covers, but that familiar stiffness lingers in your thighs, a quiet reminder that tomorrow’s steps…
You’re 57, peering at a blood test that whispers warnings—toxins tallied, circulation sluggish, that vague fatigue clinging like morning mist.…
You’re 65, jolting awake at 3 a.m., calves knotted like twisted ropes, pain shooting sharp enough to steal your breath.…