A friend asked me the other day "Gee, you've lost weight. Are you okay?" I remember when losing some weight was an occasion for rejoicing. Now, it's a fearful thing. So many of my friends and acquaintances are battling dreadful diagnoses. It seems like life is hazardous to your health. In my FOO (family of origin), there is a lot of longevity. My great great grandmother lived to be 106. I also had a grandfather who died suddenly at 66 of a massive stroke. So, although there has been virtually no cancer in my heritage, that could happen, too. I am happily alive at the moment, healthy, even kind of fit. And this is the only moment, right? So, I'll just keep trucking here. For today. In the autumn.
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