Sorry for the late reply, while on Bancation I was not able to post replies.
Being, typically a decade or more younger than many folks here, I can not say I survived some things that you folks have been thru. I noticed some replies indicating surviving military service, so up front and foremost, thank you.
Since the topic is in regards to what have we survived. Well, broken bones have been a listed item, those I have had. Broken arm, three broken legs (all from racing motorcycles), both pinky fingers tweeked outward, lost count of how many broken ribs. Tore the ligament off my right thumb from bending it back against my wrist. Twisted knees, where now left knee is 100% bone on bone and right knee is 95% trashed. Been through many bone marrow biopsies, stem cell harvest, bladder surgery, many bladder inspections and treatments, medications that make you wish you were already dead, plus stuff I likely forgot. Never got a covid vaccine but survived getting covid, recently had a Psuedamonous infection that I was told was very serious, that required doing home IV via a pick line. Survived that, even though two of the three nurses were far less than qualified or sterile in how they worked.
Survived crazy times during New England winters as a teenager, partying. Survived years of hanging out in establishments via my fake ID where you never knew what might happen.
But now older, I endure each day surviving three different types of cancers, none curable, only treatable. So when diagnosed in 2011 with 3 to 5 years life expectancy, for one of those cancers, I appreciate each day. I never use those as excuses or flaunt them for attention or reason for being treated differently. This reply is not for attention, so please, no one take it that way, or send chocolates, ok, you can send chocolate… I do constantly fight for underdogs in the same situation, as a cancer support group co leader, helping others. My greatest help though, is my wife and caregiver was recently diagnosed with a same type non curable cancer. So now as a patient and caregiver, my experiences can be shared to help even more in need. All my doctors think I am nuts, because I refuse to have a sit at home or “oh woe is me attitude”. They do appreciate I still live my life as I chose and can, but I know they worry too about my antics, however they tolerate it.,When they ask how I am doing, I truthfully tell them, “ain’t dead yet”…I ask many technical questions and often my doctors are good about answering them. I joke and explain I am learning for my brain surgery degree.
While my doctors would prefer I did not play doing dangerous stuff as I have, I still ride my mountain bikes with nearly the same passion and carefree attitude to injury, I still compete in off road motorcycle events, moto trials and little motocross.
I know my priorities in life, and continue on that path. The good people I have met, and worked with are awesome, I have little tolerance for idiots, or clueless folks presenting themselves as smart. As always, I am not afraid to share knowledge and not ever felt threatened by doing so. At 61, I have lived a longer life than my dad, and my moms dad (my grandfather). Doubt I will outlive my dads father, but those 25 years may fly by.
AND, each year since 1983, I survive the worst, Snowbirds arriving in Florida and trying to kill the locals with their bad driving skills, colds and flu they bring, or simply being here with a nasty arttitude.
So I share words of survival wisdom, one of my first oncologists told me. He explained “his job was to make me live long enough to die from something else”. Yes, there can be days where at that moment, survival does not matter. Miserable, sick, hurting in pain and more, so you take a day for yourself, regroup, and comeback in what seems like a moment later.
Have fun, ride safe, or enjoy winter if you live there.