Ugh!!! I am facing the cold hard fact that I can’t be a geriatric therapist forever. I know that in my 60’s I won’t be able to transfer a 300 lb. stroke patient or be on my feet eight hours a day. This is very hard for me to swallow and has left me very depressed. I love my patients and I love the difference I can make in their lives. Recently I had a patient that was in his late fifties. Retired and sick with a blown out knee. His number one goal was to be able to walk his daughter down the aisle. After three months of hard work his dream came true. It was so funny to help him get ready for the big night. We got his hair all done then he got in this tux. I don’t know who was more nervous him or us but we all managed to get him primped and out the door. He said it was one of the greatest nights of his life and I felt so privileged to be a part of it. How can I give that up? I just want to keep making a difference. I want to touch people’s lives and know that somehow I made it better if just for a short time. I know life changes and we have to adjust our dreams as well but for the moment I am just a little sad.