What is the hardest and what is the easiest

Oh yes...I miss parts of my old life. I miss looking into the mirror and seeing a strange, somewhat befuddled looking old woman glaring balefully back. Not that long ago, I had brown (with some silver...well okay grey) hair down to my bum. I'd grown it since I was twelve. I sat on it at my wedding 39 years ago. It tickled my babies and even landed in a nappy or two. The history of me was braided up in that hair. Now I had a wild curly explosion of white curls!!! I used to have a decent 18D frontage which provided much fun and giggles. Not that long ago, I spent every weekend jumping out of anything that could get me to altitude. Skyvans, Nomads, Cessnas, Helicopters, hot air balloons, if it had a door, I was in and up and then out and down. Almost two thousand times. Every hundredth jump was a nudie and my battle cry in the door was "Nipples up, scrotums in" and out the door the nude load would go. Well that part of my life is truly past...no more nipples, no more knees in the breeze too. But I've always been a fighter, five years in a childrens' home and seventeen schools will do that to you. Anyone gives me crap and I send it right back, with interest. Pick on someone else, and I'll take on the bully. Cancer is a bully and gives me crap, but fuck it, I'm still the old me under the wrinkly skin.