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Hey, Mike ~
Thanks for the vote of confidence! But yeah, even at 47, I feel and AM old. (My Dad, who is 81, is a much fitter man than I am.)
I have sarcoidosis - the disease which killed the famous comedian, Bernie Mac.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernie_Mac#Illness_and_death
Interestingly, this is a disease which afflicts primarily people of African origin, and the fairest of fair-haired Celts. (It is endemic, particularly, in Ireland and Scotland, and in the Scandinavian countries.)
No one knows what causes sarcoidosis - and there is no known cure. It is an innocent enough disease in the beginning, as one's body is gradually covered in benign purple tumours: as mine is now. (I look a little bit like Grimace, from McDonaldLand ;-) Where it really gets serious, though, is when these (benign) tumours invade one's heart, lungs, liver, or kidneys, obstructing their normal operation. There is really no timely test to determine how the disease is progressing internally, or IF it is ~ and if the
coup de grace is delivered, it usually comes in the dead of night: and,
c'est ca.
Mike, I also have severe venous insufficiency, in my lower legs, and spent most of the last year in and out of various Canadian hospitals, being treated for the various bleeding and suppurating wounds, thereupon. Thankfully, due to the kind and capable care of the nurses who visited me twice a week for the past year, THIS affliction is getting better. But it is a chronic disease, and it never gets better. (I am still getting accustomed to the compression-stockings I have to wear, every day ~ I wore them a little TOO long this past week, and one of my toes turned PURPLE, so I shall have to see my G.P. about that, tomorrow.)
Finally, Mike, my dear Mother - who was my best friend in life - died of ovarian cancer at the age of 54. So I am keenly aware that life's little stage offers no guarantees, as to the length of the performance. And I am ALSO keenly aware that my time, bathed in the footlights, is short.
So, Mike, I am very sorry if I have offended your sensibilities. I am well aware that "age" is a matter of both physical health, and mental determination. I am robust in the latter department, but sorely lacking in the former. While I am well aware that there are many men (many of whom I greatly esteem) who will remain YOUNG well into their 60's, 70's, and 80's ~ I am not so sure I shall be ONE of them. (I think it is highly unlikely, in fact.)
I am acutely aware, also, that many people in life have suffered, and DO suffer, problems that are far, far, FAR worse, than mine. I am GRATEFUL that I have been able to carry on, thus far: and GRATEFUL for all the love that family and friends extend to me. But do I feel "young"? No, I do not. And you are welcome to sit in judgement upon this self-indulgent subjectivity, of mine. You are the dispassionate consumer of my words, my feelings, and my life, on this board. I am the one who actually LIVES these things. And therefore, you are free to judge and be entertained by, and deprecate, anything I say ~ while I must simply feel as I do, and go on.
Finally, Mike, I am mightily sorry that I failed to read through the WHOLE thread - thoroughly and in its entirety - as you suggested I ought to have done (and I surmise that this was my DUTY) ~ and that, because of my negligence, I reiterated a question which had been raised, previously.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. I have a clear sense that I was in the wrong, for being so sheerly LAZY, and I beg your pardon, Mike.
It is highly unlikely that I shall ever (directly) tax your patience, here, or anywhere else: EVER again, in ANY personal encounter ~ and I crave your indulgence,
reciprocally: if you might be so gracious. I think it best, if we do not speak again, to one another, ever again. That's that -
Ite, missa est. Amen, and Amen.
Merci bien, and au revoir,
"A".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nba4yCozwYE