Yeah I have a terrier mix I could lend them, my lil’ homie can find (and eat!) any kind of scat, of any vintage. Unrepentant poop connoisseur.

Because we’re still going to die. It would be one thing if avoiding unhealthy things meant we wouldn’t

but you can do everything right (like my Mom and step mom who were both health nuts, ultra fit, never/rarely drank, never smoked and both died of cancer in their 50’s) and still die young

or you can do everything wrong and live to 101 ( like Grandpa) and live to 101.

We all die. Most of us unpleasantly. We all gamble.

And if I were in his genetic shoes I’d be hoping for the heart attack to get me before the dementia arrived. I hope the same for myself having done Alzheimer’s care for the last decade.

I know a widow whose late husband was having hot flashes and went to the doctor had some testing and scans done and at the time it was a treatable endocrine cancer. BUT no one at his doctors office told him! 8 years later the symptoms were more frequent and he was finally diagnosed, it was terminal by that point. He did survive an unexpectedly long time after diagnosis. They had more good years but I know she still feels so much rage at her unnecessary loss of him. The work you’re doing is very important.