A friend and I have made a pact to live until the year 2049.
In 2049, I will be 82.
I am 41 now, which is 50% of 82.
I am half-way through chemo. Six-twelfths. 50%.
My husband just celebrated his 50th birthday. One of his friends called it, in youngster-hip-speech, "Fiddy".
My mother-in-law's nickname is "Phiddy". She is 82 right now.
According to the computer-calculated data, I have an 82% chance of living 10 years.
Forty-two and seven-twelfths..... here I come!