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Longevity

March 25, 2013 | 3 Comments

Science reports that brain cells transplanted from mice to rats can extend their normal lifespan two-fold, at least. They can live a lot longer than the body that originally hosted them. Over the past few years more than a few of your stories have alluded to end-of-life concerns. And at 64 years myself, I understand. Before your "pen has gleaned your teeming brain", would you be interested in another 80 or 100 years, if science could offer that to you? Or would you decline, indicating things are going pretty much the way you expected them to go, and, therefore, the way they should go? You seem so interested in observing and writing about lives (yours and other people's), would you want it to go on for...awhile longer??

Phil Luecke
Bellevue WA

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Back when I was in college I expected to die young and gloriously, like James Dean, and attain immortality, but I didn't have a car that would go fast enough to kill me, and then I got too old to die young, and then, at 55, I got a little baby girl and got interested in longevity. At 70, I'm still interested. I think I'm too old to take advantage of regenerative medicine, though. I think that's for people who now are in elementary school, who will likely live to 120 or 150, God bless them. I just don't know that I'd be a useful contributing member of society at an advanced age. And I would rather not be a carnival exhibit or a biology experiment. So I think I'll stick with the plan, which is: three score and ten and everything after that is a gift and a blessing.


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Longevity

Some lives are long,
Some lives are short.
Some, as soon as conceived,
Someone prays "abort!".
But the corny truth is
All we have is Now -
So, take a stand,
Take a bow,
Be Here, Now.


Ah, longevity. While in grad school recently i was fortunate to live with over 120 retired nuns all over 80. The day i turned 60 i regrettably complained at supper about my age. Almost in unison the nuns at my table laughed and said,"oh to be 60 again!"
Old age ain't what it's cracked up to be.


Thanks for that poem, Hilary! I second the motion.

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