Assuming that I survive until 06.00hrs tomorrow morning I will reach 60 years of age. That's a proper age, although 70 sounds like real old age now that 60 has been reached. Maybe, if I do indeed make 70, then 'proper' old age will be considered as 80. Time will tell.
I'm very lucky to be here still. Chemotherapy was my saving grace, with 1997 - 2004 being characterised by frequent stays in hospital, drips, chemical infusions, operations, stem cell harvests, bone marrow plugs, intrathecal injections, hair loss (no weight loss though!), finger and toe nails dropping off, nausea, discomfort, a reliance on Countdown to get through afternoons of uncertainty... but, because of the expertise and dedication of the staff of the NHS, and my wife and daughters' support, all of those negative experiences were not in vain. The way this current shambles of a government treat our National Health Service (and much more besides) makes my blood boil. Cherish it and protect it!!
What next for me? Memory loss? Weaker bladder? Having falls? Werther's Originals? Fur-lined slippers? Whatever comes my may I will try and combat it with more birding, mothing and planting. But, if it all runs out tomorrow then I cannot complain. I must have used up quite a few of my 'cat's lives' already...
ND&B will be taking a break until the New Year (unless something unexpected happens). I do hope that the holiday period is kind to you. Thanks for visiting and all the best for 2019.