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Howdy. We've moved from Cayce, but St. Elizabeth of South Rose Hill or Lizette de Waccamaw de Sud just don't do it for me.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

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. ;-)

2 comments:

St. Izzy said...

In your calculations, you have neglected the deleterious effects of puns on life exspectancy.

Felicem diem natalem!

Izzy

Gashwin said...

Belated Happy Birthday!

St. Izzy, whatever deleterious effects your puns have on life exasperation, er, expectancy, are more than made up by time out of purgatory, I'm sure. :)

Hope y'all had a blast!