Is my time up yet?

In Beating the Dementia Monster, we recalled an interview with a neuropsychologist/Alzheimer's disease researcher who reviewed my condition and concluded that I was on track to be dead by the age of 75.  At the time, I was 66 and had pretty strong evidence of my advancing condition.  Later, when I began learning more about the disease, I could see that the researcher recognized that I was on a very typical trajectory.  It was very easy to see my end at 75.

Well, without posting my exact birthday, let me say that I recently reached 75.  And I'm not dead.  If fact, I feel great.

Of course, if you're familiar with the story of this encounter, you know that I told the researcher that I had just joined the gym and otherwise flipped my lifestyle.  I told him that I believed I had begun to see improvements in my memory and cognition.  By sketching a graph on a piece of paper, he indicated that if I would keep my new lifestyle going, I could expect to live at least to 85.

I don't know how I'll feel when I'm 85, but from here, that looks pretty good to me.