Tuesday, January 6, 2009

number musings

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!


Anonymous said...

I thought you were 7/12 of the way through chemo. Dang!

Anonymous said...

82% for at least 10 years, after which they stop paying attention. I believe you'lll make good on that pact.

John said...

Woe... I think you just blew 32/64ths of my mind.

Jessica Gottlieb said...

Okay, in January of 2049 I'll buy you coffee.