Final flourishing shortened
A few years ago I had a hernia and to me it marked the beginning of the end. I have learned to live with it, make the best with it and function with it. Aside from having a tooth pulled years ago, this seemed like the first distortion of my body.
These next ten years would seem to be the last years that I would be able to celebrate my body, work on it, delight in it, and take pride in it. Given some spare time thrown its way I could even become proud of it and enjoy it. I was never that sensual when younger. Now I could have finally filled out and felt virile, or at least taste what it’s like to do so. At the very least if I wanted to I could, it was an option.
The hernia is a bulge below my abdomen and it mars by body. All that's mentioned above becomes compromised. My final flourishing was cut short.