“Every moment, you may start over” – Random Paper Wisdom
To be honest, I never thought my mother would make it past 64. Without any particular reason, it’s just a hunch I had. One that grew heavier as the years passed by, even more so after my mother got diagnosed with cancer at 58, and lately I thought this burden would weigh me down completely as she neared her 65th birthday – or as I saw it: her end.
But February 4th came and went and my mother turned 65 with a happy-and-slightly-alcohol-induced glow. As it turned out, my mum didn’t think she’d make it this far, either.
How happy we were for being proven wrong!
But you know me, Life: one potential drama leaves my head and another greedily (and swiftly) takes its place.
I found myself doing some maths: my mother got cancer before her 60th. Both her parents died of (different kinds of) cancer before they turned 60. My maternal uncle and aunt also died of cancer before their 60th. There’s one aunt left, but we lost touch. Yet I think it’s safe to say that there’s a pattern here…
This caused me to think: if 60 is the limit for my mother’s side and I have 50% of her genes, maybe 60 is my max, too. And if that is the case, then I only have 28 more years to go!
Life, if I never make it past 60, I’m already halfway through you! I better make those 28 years ahead of me count!
Then again, my father’s family practically invented longevity and I got 50% of his genes, too. For all I know I am the first person to make it past 160… You just never know, do you?
Thank goodness I can start my calculations over any moment, any time, any day. For at least 28 more years.