Furniture Disease

I recently attended a Senior Adult Ministry (SAM) event at my church. This is a group I have refused to join because, dang it, I don’t consider myself a senior. Membership starts at age sixty, an age I’ve already passed, but it also goes up to one hundred, an age I pray I never reach. I’m more active than most seniors and I enjoy spending time with all ages. Whether it’s for Sunday School, small group, or lunch with my buds, I enjoy a good mix of people. I don’t want to hear that I’m supposed to hang out with only certain ages or generations. That’s pigeon-holing and I’m against it.

Anyway, I was invited to the meeting to share a personal experience as part of their program. I talked with some mighty nice people there—enjoyed the meal and the company. Even enjoyed speaking in front of the group.

I was telling one older gentleman why I had not officially joined the group and he observed that at least I did not suffer from Furniture Disease, something his wife talks about.

“Furniture Disease?” I asked. “What is that?”

“It’s when your chest goes in your drawers,” he said.

It took me a second, but then I got it: a reference to the effect of gravity on a woman’s chest. What a hoot!

Alrighty, then. Furniture Disease. That was an unexpected topic of conversation for a church luncheon. And it certainly was funny.

It’s good to see that the older generation hasn’t lost its sense of humor. If they can all make me laugh the way that man did, maybe I should consider hanging out with them more often.


  1. Gary
    Mar 22, 2018

    OMG!!! That is so funny. And a great personal insight into our glorious stubbornness about aging. Touche’

    • Karen Curran
      Mar 22, 2018

      The only way to survive old age is to laugh about it!

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