Cocooned in the pain of old age, I realized there was only one way out—one way to escape the cocoon and reach the other side.
For 75 years, I have spun my soft, white, silky, protective covering.
But now my cocoon deteriorates, accompanied by fits of pain: back pain, leg pain, hip pain, finger pain.
Which pain should I focus on?
Which pain should I curse?
All the while, I wrestle with Hashem for another day in paradise, begging and praying for one more day—a day without a health crisis, a new pill, a new therapy, or a new pen.
Cocooned in this dilemma of aging, my skin has toughened from the painful blows landing all over my body.
It leaves me asking, “What worn-out body part will fail me next?”
Cocooned in a good night’s sleep filled with loving dreams, I slowly open my eyes, study the white, popcorn-textured ceiling, and gaze at the green leaves hanging from the trees outside my window. I pause to give thanks to Hashem for another day of life.
