Years ago, I was obtaining a medical procedure in the hospital. I was in the pre-operative area. From across the floor, a nurse told me about my unusually elevated blood pressure. She asked if I had high blood pressure. I said, “Not that I know of.” I said to myself, “I do now.”
I was probably around sixty. It’s not a huge secret that since about 60 I have had hypertension. The CDC did a study of the prevalence of hypertension in adults from 2017 to 2018. According to the CDC: “The prevalence of hypertension increased with age. The prevalence was 22.4% among adults aged 18–39 and increased to 54.5% among those aged 40–59, and 74.5% among those aged 60 and over.” (https://www.cdc.gov/nchs/data/databriefs/db364-h.pdf)
In those sixteen years or so, I have watched my health deteriorate, ever so slowly. It’s called the march of time. The same thing is happening to my house’s paint, plumbing and appliances.
But they say, “It’s all good.” It isn’t, but a lot of it is. By the grace of God I have family, a voice to express here and beautiful things to learn about my spouse and the world.
How good does it get? As good as the evening my wife Kristine and I looked up at the sky on a stay in Montana to see a breathtaking meteor shower. I can still see it in my mind’s eye. It takes my breath away.