I may have written about this before. I'm 83 years old. 5 years ago my husband of 58 years died with Parkinson's. I was his caregiver. Time to relax, no, I developed breast cancer. Once my type was the least survivable, but Herceptin was invented somewhere along the line and after chemo, surgery and radiation, I am in remission. I got peripheral neuropathy from the chemo, but other than bad balance and scoliosis I'm doing fine. I just returned from a wonderful trip in Cancun with my daughter and her family. I was able to fly alone. Now I'm heading off to visit the man I went steady with for 3 months in the 8th grade. Have visited him before and I fly alone. When I was feeling really sad, I took to coloring with gel pens as I watch my favorite programs on TV . My two cats are a source of happiness. Look into the programs on Egyptian Tombs and other things you never had time for. Life isn't over. My doctor told me that my heart is perfect. who would have figured that when I was 79?