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Today is my 68th birthday. It isn't a special milestone, per se, but as I lounged in bed this morning, I was thinking about turning 68. I don't feel 68, although some of my parts are creaky and are definitely showing some wear and tear. But mentally, I don't feel 68. I feel as young as I did many years ago. What makes me feel old?

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First, waitresses and grocery store bag boys now call me Hon or Sweetie whereas, in my younger days (40's and 50's), they called me m'am, which I also hated. Imagine some young good looking guy calling you Hon, just like he would call his grandma. Ugh.

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Second, stories in the newspaper or on the evening news frequently feature events involving someone they refer to as "elderly", as in, "today, an elderly woman, age 62, was run over by a Schwann's truck". Elderly? At what age exactly does one become elderly? Did she get run over because her creaky knees couldn't get her across the street fast enough?

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Third, I love naps. Some research tells us that older people sleep tend to sleep more. Some of my fellow retirees swear they never nap and that they consider sleeping a waste of time. Not me. I consider my naps to be a luxury that I have earned for working hard for 45 years.

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And finally, I seem to be going too slow and in everyone's way. Nowadays, I drive the speed limit. I see no reason to go any faster. However, everyone else on the road deems me to be in the way, frequently roaring around me to get to the next stoplight a few seconds before me. I have even been given the finger for ruining someone's day by delaying them a few seconds. But I refuse to be in a hurry. After all, I'm only going to Wal-Mart.

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This year also marks my 18th year of being a cancer survivor. For me, that is a special milestone. I am extremely grateful for each moment I have been allowed to experience over these past 18 years, and never take any day for granted. Life is definitely too short, and any extra time you are given, must be cherished. So, I guess some could call me elderly, but that's ok. At least I made it.

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