My 40th birthday was pretty great.
This 60th birthday is horrifying. Average life span of MS patients? 74 years. When did Mom die? 71 years. That’s less than a dozen years to go. Also, the other day my brother commented, “You look just like Granceil,” our grandmother, and it is true. Hollow eyes, wispy hair, only she didn’t have a wattle. Mom, however, did, as evidenced by her licenses from 59 on.
The math that gets you from 40 to death is hard. The math from 60 to death is easy, and then from 70 to death? Single digits. SINGLE DIGITS.