Itrust that what I’m about to share is just between you and me. I’ll soon turn 75 years of age. Advancing age has its downsides and some crucial upsides. Perhaps the most daunting downside is understanding with each added year, death comes closer and closer. No, I don’t mean to be morbid or macabre; it’s just that age has its limits, and at 75, those limits appear much closer. Especially given I’ve battled Leukemia for the past ten years, and its reappearance is close to finding me again. Leukemia isn’t the only life-threatening challenge I’ve had to face this past decade.