I don’t know when it happened, but I’ve become a senior citizen. Cashiers don’t even ask anymore if I want the senior discount. They just give it to me. In my mind, I’m still the promising young “golden” boy. That, though, just has nothing to do with reality.
There are advantages. I feel more at peace with myself than perhaps at any other time in my life. I remember fighting to live, through my cancer treatment and recovery. And I did. I’m grateful. Grateful for even the blood cruising through my veins. If I had delayed going to the doctor for just another month, it might have been a different story. Life—young or old. It’s good to be alive.
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