@starchy- I know, it can be a lonely place, this aging thing. Aging sneaks up on us way ahead of when we might expect it. One day we are in grade school then college and maybe a higher educational degree. Then we work and marry have kids and grandkids. We spend a lot of time living and unless we have a major life-threatening disease we might only briefly think about it. Then, wham, we are oldish. See, I can't say that I'm old. My body might be aging or "old" {cough} but my mind isn't. I might be more mature and hopefully wiser but my heart tells me that I'm young and after almost 23 years of lung cancer I like to say this. My thinking and trying to get some words back is tiresome but so what? I can't lift weight poundage that I used to, so I go lighter. And I might have a return (I'm in what you might call remission) of my cancer, but so what? It can be zapped and I will go on and on. Being oldish gives me the choice of acting like a kid and having oldish wisdom. If I keep moving, and read, and doing crossword puzzles, and have loving friends, and a close family I might never be old, just oldish!