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Of course, the creation of nuclear energy and poisons is only a small but significant part of the challenge which us humans have saddled ourselves with.  Since nuclear energy and the chemical poisons which we have created from available elements, can be use for both ill and beneficial purposes.  The greater predicament is that of how we go about creating and producing these things.  The oftentimes environmentally destructive processes, and the uses to which we have and are putting them.  Like, to have more land for agriculture and animal husbandry, we make the choice of destroying the forests and all or much of the different species of fauna and flora living in it.  To have more fish to source the modern fishing industries that feed the fish-hungry appetites the industry has created.   It employs vast, wasteful and destructive fishing nets that do not discriminate between the targeted fish and other creatures.  All are sucked up into the vast vortex of the lumb

And yet, gerontology is undoubtedly a rather complex phenomenon.  Quite apart from the fact that, as we get older, our bodies and intellect become slower at interacting with and responding to the external environment.  The visual, sensory and auditory stimuli impacting us from the outside.  Which is why, although the little child in us might never be replaced with the adult we have become.   Its voice and its spirit, which has given birth to our ego, can become dimmed, passive, easily confused, and even lost.  Leaving  mostly only the harsh and 'pragmatic' parent and adult elements of our identities to takeover our lives,  and our ability to seize the opportunities to have fun and enjoy our senior years. My dear mother, even though she might not agree, has, it seems to me, done quite well.  Compared with others who had not had the opportunity to make it this long along the journey between birth and destiny.  This is not to say it could not ha

And since then, it has been pretty much life as it has been with my dear mother.  Who continues to have negative and more negative days, and less good and rarely, if ever, very good and positive days. Even as her centenary year now fast approaches.  Of course, as I have said or indicated earlier on, if I am to even partly succeed in remain rational, reasonable and compassionate.  Then it is vital that I remind myself of the positive thoughts and actions of my dear mother, however uncommon they are, and concentrate on them.  And it is in this context that I should, I must let you, the reader, know that my dear mother, having now decided that she does want to have a Centenary Year celebration or party.   Has been taking notable interest in how the family arranges it for her. Well done; my dear mother. To be continued!

But I suspect that there is still a lot of validity and accuracy in my dear mother saying she does not feel any different.  I am of the view that, in somethings, age does not change the core status of our 'mature identity.'  Whatever age we attain, it does not, I think makes us any different from the person, 'the persona' we have come to see living in our bodies, 'the one we have come to identify as the 'I' or 'me.'  Our bodies might change, become more developed and then begin to deteriorate before our very eyes, but the 'I', the 'me' within us, it would seem, does not grow old with age.  Yes, we might lose some of our interests in the life we have been living, and stop doing some of the things we used to do, and we might withdraw somewhat from the world and our participation in it.  But our 'spirit', our ego, does not really change. They do not age, or certainly not in correlation with our ageing bodie

Not long after returning my dear mother home, I received a call from the Stroke Unit.  It was a member of staff informing me that the Consultant there had advised that I take my dear mother to the Accident and Emergency Department of the local hospital for her to be seen. This done, she was seen and given a battery of tests, before being admitted for further monitoring and assessment and discharged sometime the following day.  No diagnosis of stroke was confirmed, but she was found to have low blood pressure, which needed to be monitored. So, having contacted the ward to confirm that she was ready for discharge, I and my partner made another of what has now become quite frequent trips to and from the local hospital to get and return her to her home. And it was that what initially seemed to me a very startling phenomenon, transpired to have been far less concerning that it appeared to have been.  To be continued!