Talked with an 81 year old man having coffee with his 60 something year old son. He had just lost a relative, 99 years old, an uncle I think. Let us call the 99 year old Dad. Dad saved his kidneys by refusing to go on dialysis. The doctors had to reactivate his kidneys with medicines. His feet are size fourteen from the edema and he feels as if he is walking on tennis balls. This is his first time out in days after being shut in, recuperating at home after a two week stay in the hospital. The stay for his kidney cure began when his doctor called him and told him to go to Mercy Hospital immediately. The doctor had given him the wrong medicine apparently. While there, a pacemaker was added to his chest. He asked how old is my mother. I said she was 73 years old and she's single! He struck up this conversation with me after I sat down with my Pineapple Danish. I am rather glad he did. Right now, I want to walk a hundred miles, eat nothing and drink little but water until I lose a hundred pounds. I don't want to meet the scourge of health collapse until I am ready to make that final voyage. And I am decades away from that readiness.
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