There is a more than evens chance I have lung cancer, although I gave up my pipe over 16 years ago, the many years of inhaling my parents smoke has taken its toll on my lungs and I now find it difficult to breathe.
The disease took my late father in under two years, but he had been a heavy smoker since his teens; I favour my chances as I gave up, but I don't estimate more than 5 to 10 years and the odds are on the lesser end of the scale.
Years ago, I reconciled myself to being chair and housebound, when my tendon went I had no option but to accept the inevitable and with the same phlegmatic view I intend to delay the inevitable decline of my health-until my last breath.
I am not going to mope around and get maudlin over this, as Ronan said in Stargate Atlantis, "I don't think about things I can't change," and the damage is done.
I have a lot of e-books to write in the last years, even if nobody buys them.
I did make a list of things I wanted to do before my time came, one I was pleased to see come to fruition was going back to Scarborough.
Other more ambitious projects I discarded years ago, such as seeing the Ring cycle in Bayrueth and going to the USA, I was pleased to get to Canada, though.
Shortly after leaving the RAF, I went on holiday to Austria and had the wonderful opportunity to view the splendour of the Alps.