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Jims5543

Quote from: Dan Moffet on June 09, 2026, 09:54:39 AMOde to your colorectal surgeon:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2gABYTmXos

LOL!! Never seen them before.

I got my results back, I have a disease free butthole.   Doc told me we are good for 3 years.

I have zero history in my family of any cancer.

Phew!!
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride! -Hunter S. Thompson

Jims5543


I saw this the other day and thought I would share. It is brutally honest and well written.

I thought I would put it here because, well, isn't the goal here to age with grace, take care of yourself? Why else do we do this other than to just feel good every day?

Since being sick 3 weeks ago I have fallen back into bad habits of drinking too much and not exercising as much and I can honestly say I feel a huge difference just in these 3 weeks of being "bad".  Joints are tighter, concentration not as good, sleep is garbage too. I promised myself this past weekend to get back into the routing this week.

I am amazed by how shitty I feel in just 3 weeks of being bad. I cannot imagine a lifetime of it.

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At 96, Clint Eastwood shattered our comfortable illusions about growing old, refusing to sugarcoat the harsh truth.

In a recent speech, he explained how the body changes over time. Bones become less flexible, movements slow down, and bright light can bother the eyes. Even breathing can take more effort. And that was just the beginning.

He brought his trademark grit to a topic most people prefer to avoid. He didn't offer comforting platitudes about senior years being full of endless serenity.

Instead, he painted a stark, unflinching picture of what happens when a human being approaches a century of existence.

"The light hurts your eyes, and even breathing can feel like hard work," Eastwood shared, describing the constant friction of a fading physical frame.

"Your body just doesn't cooperate the way it used to, and every step requires a strategy."

But as he pointed out, the structural decline of the skeleton and muscles is merely the surface of the issue.

The real weight of extreme old age is emotional and psychological. Once you cross into your nineties, your social landscape undergoes a profound and often painful transformation.

You look around and realize that the majority of the people who knew you when you were young, who shared your history, your inside jokes, and your life struggles, have vanished.

The circle of familiar faces shrinks down to almost nothing, the phone stops ringing, and the pace of the days slows down to a crawl. The bitterest pill to swallow isn't the physical pain; it is the sudden absence of someone who genuinely wants to listen to you.

When the present moment becomes quiet and isolated, the human mind naturally seeks refuge in the past. Eastwood explained that navigating through old memories isn't a sign of mental weakness, but a vital search for continuity.

This is why older people frequently repeat the same anecdotes, adding minor details and revisiting old grounds over and over again. They aren't trying to boast or dominate the conversation. They do it to anchor themselves to a reality where they were active, loved, and relevant.

"You find yourself repeating stories, adding details, not to convince anyone, but just to feel like you're still connected to something," Eastwood admitted. "You try to pass things down to the younger generation, even when you can see the boredom in their eyes."

We live in a culture that treats longevity like a trophy, congratulating people simply for surviving, while totally ignoring the crushing loneliness that accompanies that survival.

We praise the shiny, the fast, and the hyper-connected, leaving absolutely no space for the slow, repetitive rhythm of the very old.

Clint Eastwood may be a cinematic giant, but his words speak for every anonymous 90-year-old living down the street or sitting at our family dinner tables.

They are the living libraries of our history, carrying stories that shaped the world we walk in today. When we choose to slow down, put away our distractions, and truly listen to them, something magical happens. We bridge the gap between generations.

Ultimately, the wrinkles on their faces aren't just signs of aging—they are a beautiful roadmap of a life fully lived, and it is a privilege to sit by their side and listen to the journey.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride! -Hunter S. Thompson

Dan Moffet

I'm not as old as Mr. Eastwood, but I'm working on getting there. Lately I have been plagued by a Baker's cyst in my left knee. I can get into the Mini okay, but when I go to get out, it is like my sneakers have turned to clown shoes. As the song said, "I ache in the places I used to play."
"Hang on a minute lads....I've got a great idea."