Boys.

You want to know who gets it? The airport TSA agents. I travel with a doctor’s note, a spare battery the size of a cinder block, and a special vest that hides the tubing. But the agents take one look at the machine, one look at my gray hair and tired eyes, and they just nod. They’ve seen it a thousand times. Fifty isn't old, but it’s old enough to start carrying the scars of living.

To keep the momentum going, Rhonda should consider these practical strategies: The "Plus One" Battery Rule