I was one that thought I was invincible and boy was I wrong but this blog is not about me. It is about a friend who thought he was more invincible than most because of the longevity of ONE of his parents.
He has lived with blinders on for years and as he is approaching 60 is starting to realise not everything is working as it was. He is scared shitless about tests that have been routine for most for the past 10 years. He is putting off the need for the prescriptions he has been given. He is putting on a brave face but I know he is not so brave all of the sudden with results that are coming in in increments.
I am trying to be supportive but at the same time I am shaking my head. Just go, just take the meds, just do the tests.
He seems to think that health is something you fight drs about not realising they are the ones that are trying to keep you alive.
I actually feel sorrier for the Dr.'s than I do the patients. They are fighting the good fight to keep us alive and in general we oppose them at every turn trying to prove them wrong
We are not immune. We are not going to beat the odds. We are not going to live forever but we can stop being the rebellious teens we want to think we still are and "follow the Dr.s orders"
Being a bitch to a good friend for his own good,
ju