At the beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic, I was preoccupied with how vulnerable our elders were to this new and frightening disease—until one day I realized, with chagrin, that I myself fell into that category. One might have assumed that a woman in her late sixties would have been more cognizant of her “senior” status, but so little had changed in my daily life, besides reduced fares on public transit and Via Rail, that I rarely contemplated my age.
Come on now!—folks might object. You’ve been through menopause. You can’t pretend that wasn’t a monumental change in your relationship with your body! Surely, you are a lot different now than you were before?
