Hell, Kagen, I eat beef, smoke cigarettes, drink Jack Daniels, swam in the Dolores River which is full of run off from Uranium tailings, and I was poisoned by carbon monoxide gas for three years or so. Other than the spatial difficulties I now have thanks to the CO poisoning, I am still disgustingly healthy. My father lived to be 80 and I never saw him eat a single apricot. He died of lung failure after being given general anaethestic when he broke his hip. The Momster is 86 and will most likely live to 106. She doesn't eat apricots, either.
If genetics are on your side and you personally are not a uranium miner, party on sez I. One of my friends is 10 years older than me and has an absolutely pathological fear of cancer because her Mom died of it. She is now older than her Mom was when she died, but she lives such a constricted, fear based life that it hardly seems worth it. If I die tomorrow, I'll go knowing I had a decent run at things for good and for bad, and we all share the same eventual fate. Party hearty and see you on the other side!
