Same here, Ba. I spent years to get back in touch with an old friend, only to see his bald head from chemo. I may have said it before, but back a few months ago, we Nam Vets became half the complement we used to be. The last stat I saw, we were dying off at a faster rate than the WWII when they declined.
I keep thanking the spirits that I have not had any of the AO problems but tomorrow, I find out if I go for aneurism surgery. If I have to, they crack the ribs, pull out all the innards, stitch that puppy back up, cram everything back in and see if I die of Mursa or not. I'm getting that old hard knot in my stomach that says suck it up, there's rough flying ahead.
So, air sickness bags anyone?
Sarg