Mine is 72 and we just went to the doctor yesterday. He was brilliant, but it didn’t get past me; once the appointment got conversational, he did the deep dive into a story he has told a thousand times. Old high school football injuries.

Our doctor has this figured out. I have resolved that there is no point in rehashing for a magic cure. The doctors are far more patient and they know what’s coming.

Some days it just aggravates me to no end. But the truth is, aren’t we all just waiting for the next event that turns our world upside down?

I feel so bad for all of us…