Well, my comeback with somebody, when they ask me how I'm doing, is "Well, i woke up alive, again, this morning."
But I'm 70, but not embarrassed to mention in my old age, i consider myself a medical disaster area on my insides.
Coming up on 3 years now, i had a "cow valve" replacement done on my heart, along with 2 by passes on the arteries.
Before that, a few year earlier, i went thru radiation seed implants for prostate cancer.
And i live with a bone marrow, white blood cell, mutation, cancer, disease, whatever you want to call it, named JAK-2 after the Swedish doctor, scientist, that discovered it.
An issue that isn't curable, but livable with, by taking a medication.
But some where down the line, my body, is just going to say, that's it, that's enough, and will be taking me out.
So, what will be first, more heart issues in the future, prostate cancer can come back, or this bone marrow thing?
Dunno, that's life, on top of this planet Earth.
Not complaining, i walk 3 miles a day around the neighborhood, and right now, tonight, i have lost 38 pounds off this old body of mine, from 230 pounds.
These above issues don't bother me, but this old back of mine, sure does give me grief, after bending down, and then getting back up.
That what really pisses me off, the bad back.
Well, hope to wake up alive, again tomorrow morning.
Thank's for reading my rant.
Jim V.
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