I posted a while back that I went in for blood work. Follow up was at the doc's office yesterday. I always get a little edgy when it's time to go to the doc. I don't know why, we have a great doc, he answered the phone a few years ago at 1:00 am in the morning, and his advice saved my wife's life. He told me not to wait for an ambulance, put her in the car and get her to emergency receiving! I did, and the hospital docs said she probably wouldn't have survived waiting for the ambulance. Anyway, I think what does it is the fact that when my oldest son was only fifty years old, he went in for a check up, and I'll never forget his words when he called me right away after he went in. He said, "it's all bad dude, all bad." It turned out he was right, in a little less than two years he was gone after suffering more than any human being should ever have to. He was a man to the end though, he never complained and took it like John Wayne would have if he'd really been John Wayne. Anyway, at 78, I've no complaints if my time was up, but though I want to go to heaven, the doc said I wasn't going right away! There is no rhyme or reason as to why I have enjoyed such good health. My wife though she's had her battles is doing great too. We have a golf game tomorrow morning at 9:30 am. I'm lined up for one Sunday morning with my old pal and the gang. There have been a number of stories on here about people and their misfortune, and I am sympathetic to every one of them. I'm surely not bragging, just thankful to have had such a good life, and for reasons unknown to me, to be able continue keeping on keeping on! My hope is that some of you who worry about old age might be encouraged by a post from an old duck who continues to enjoy life.