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Brodee Myers-Cooke's avatar

Interesting Debbie! But firstly, im very sorry to hear that you recently lost both parents. That’s tough!

I’m writing a piece right now about the healthspan v lifespan gap too— your 9 years closely aligns. That’s a bloody long time to live without capability and life quality! No thanks!

My angle is how exercise can flip the marginal decade to the bonus decade.

My “plan” is to go hard and strong til the end then suddenly fall off the perch (hopefully while whistling) like the old bird that I hopefully will be.

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Caroline Smrstik's avatar

Crikey! I just used the Death Clock calculator, according to which:

You will live to be 103 years, 3 months and 28 days old!

(In the small print below, it says Avg life expectancy of other Female testers from Switzerland with your BMI: 93.5 years old, which is a bit less scary.)

I have had a lot of health issues in the last two decades and still schlep a few chronic conditions with me, though they are currently well managed. The last big horror was nearly losing the ability to walk or control much below the waist, solved with spinal stenosis surgery three years ago this summer. The gradual and frightening run-up to that and the subsequent long recovery gave me a glimpse of what it might be like to physically fade away.

Coming out on the other side of that both caused and enabled me to make a lot of changes in my life. Working with my GP, a nutritionist, endocrinologist, physiotherapist, and weight trainer, I changed the way I eat (in a nutshell: more protein, smaller meals, way less to almost no alcohol), worked on proprioception and balance, built up muscle, became more physically active again. These are all things that I now know are permanent changes in the way I live, not just some post-op recovery plan.

In a couple months I turn 60, spring chicken that I am, and feel like I have lived several lives already while simultaneously believing I have a fresh start now with another life or two still ahead. It's an odd feeling.

My mother died way too early, taken at 74 after quickly capitulating to pancreatic cancer. If I imagine that I may only have another 15 years, I feel like I am treading water right now and want to get on to my next (phase of) life pronto. If, as the Death Clock suggests, I have another almost 44 years: well, I am exhausted just thinking about that.

I'd like to hit 90 while still healthy. My mother-in-law turns 90 this autumn, and is leaving next week for a month in Mongolia. It is her eighth trip I think (her first visit was in her 70s) and she hangs out with her adopted nomad family in a yurt in the Altai. That is the energy I want.

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