End of Youth?

I've decided that this will be the last post I write before admitting, alas!, that I've hit middle age. Based on longevity of my family, especially the women (great-grandmothers who lived to 98 & 105, great-greats who lived to 95 & 99, healthy great aunts in their 80's, and my mom's health, I should expect to live to a ripe old age. Gotta balance that with death of Mom's mother at 28 (cerebral hemorrhage) and Dad's mom at 65 (heart, diabetes.) Then there's the male ancestry--heart attacks in late 50's and mid 70's, cancer in early 70's, etc.

At some point, no matter how risk factors are calculated and modified, one reaches the point where at least half of one's expected life span has passed.

My math says that I've reached (if not surpassed) that point--and that means I'm middle aged. We'll mark it tomorrow on my birthday and someday nieces and nephews can look back and note when the real onset of middle age actually was (will be?? One can always hope...)

Further proof of being middle (but not specified) age: I saw three (count 'em!) different types of medical specialists in the past couple of weeks. When I add two or three more specialties, it'll probably be time to look into getting the AARP card. ;-)