I’m not a doctor so zero medical training here. I’ve concluded however that barring an accident or some strange unforeseen contact with a communicable disease, my body may very well be wired to die around a certain age. Both my parents lived to their mid 80s. My grandmother did as well. I’m thinking that I will most likely make it to the average lifespan which is gone down in the last two years but for women it’s still somewhere around 77. I’m 71. I take no prescription meds. I’m able to do most things that I did in the past of a physical nature to a lesser degree but still highly independent. I’ve stopped going to the doctor for the most part but I do get my annual physical and of course I would go if I had a high temperature that wouldn’t break or something that an antibiotic would take care of.

Otherwise no more screenings and I would have to think long and hard about long-term medication‘s. I wouldn’t be opposed to all of them. I would treat high blood pressure which fortunately I don’t have. I think I would rather die than get a stroke to tell you the truth.

if I had an emergency situation like a bad cut or even a heart attack, I would go to the ER. If I had a long-term condition I would weigh out the benefits of treatment at my age.

My number one goal in life was to live long enough to raise my children. Every year after that has been icing on the cake but I have no problem whatsoever contemplating my impending death and there are times when I’m so tired of this old world I think I would welcome it.

Most days however, I get up and do the things that I love. Drink my coffee, work in my garden, take walks, see my granddaughter, talk with my friends on the phone, and when night comes I keep my fingers crossed that I’ll get at least six hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Remember, my goal was to live long enough to raise my children. During that time. I would’ve done anything the doctor suggested to stay alive. Since then, I’m far more relaxed.