Getting older is a badge of honor I wear proudly and with great joy. when I was 22 I was diagnosed with a rare blood disorder that my doctors told me would probably impact my life expectancy. At 36 that blood disorder morphed into an acute form of Leukemia (while this sounds bad, it was remarkably the better of the two possible end stages) and informed that without a bone marrow transplant (BMT) I would probably be dead within a year, needless to say I choose the BMT. Three years later I relapsed and once again left with the same choice, that was five years ago.
This year I turned 45, 23 years after I was informed that 45 was iffy at best - here I am. Ones view of growing older can change in an instant, mine did. While at times my 45 year old body feels like a 60 year old body because of the treatments I've undergone, I wouldn't trade it for anything. Stangely enough, despite what we've been through and my feeling on aging, my wife keeps celebrating the anniversary of her 38th birthday, and she is a few years older than I am so it's been several anniversaries now.
I guess life really is in the living and subject to ones experiences.