The Unplanned Agony

after years of working & raising the kids, whom both adopted, ended up with problems that came from undisclosed heredity, the two had put aside a nest egg, as so many did in their generation, growing up with parents who remembered the depression & what it was like to have nothing--- hearing everyday that “a penny saved is a penny earned,” putting together a life for themselves while taking care of their own parents as they passed on as people do, as we all will, they thought that when illness started to show its face in the latter years that retirement & more time spent nurturing each other back to health, would be the most appropriate way of doing things & so it went--- mother was the first to walk into the hospital to get cut up & upon returning home, father had to take care of her, full time, so he retired early--- at this time, the economy was said to be doing “well,” and nothing was being said of the atrocities to come, so father, always trying to be fiscally sound, invested a good portion of their savings, thinking that over time, it would multiply, like the broker assured him & the two would be able to stay retired, living off what they had saved, as had been planned--- but father was next into the light blue gown & being told there was cancer growing inside him, the worry shifted just as mother was getting better, to the new horror--- & while the two worked on keeping each other emotionally sane, while their own bodies started to give up on them, the meltdown came, like a tropical storm of immeasurable proportion sweeping in from some angle that couldn’t be detected by any formerly successful means & the unplanned agony began. the money lost by others with whom a working couple had put all their trust, could never be regained & their bodies now exhausted by a life of work, recovering & enduring illness, would have the most difficult time trying to make it again in the 21st century work force--- so as the stress came on full the strain joined in & as the strain & stress pummeled them both, all that was left was the re-mortgaging of their house, the last thing they wanted to give up, that very vital shelter over both of their heads, now being hocked in the system’s pawn shop, allowing them nothing to pass on to their children, allowing them to never stop agonizing over each passing day wondering just when the ball will completely drop.