I think my husband has always considered me to be a bit of a hypochondriac as my medical file is so thick! However, all visits to the doctor have been necessary and he knows that now as I encourage him to come with me since we are both retired. He, on the other hand, is - thank God - as fit as a flea and has only been to the doctor himself about half a dozen times in our married life of 46 years! Lucky man must have great genes - his sister is the same.
Unfortunately, my brother and I both seem to have drawn the short straw. After a very active and apparently healthy life, my brother got Lewy Body Dementia and subsequently died at the age of 68. I now have asthma, COPD and Bronchiectasis. Our parents died aged 66 and 68. I suspect that heavy smoking and poor diet were factors in their demise.
But then, my maternal grandmother lived to 86 and my mother's sister lived to 102, so where's the genetic link there?
I don't know how any of these things may or may not be connected but, like you, I often ponder whether some of us just start off with a predisposition to be less fit than our peers.
I wasn't diagnosed with asthma until about ten years ago, but now I realise I must have had it all my life. I wasn't really a wimp when it came to games - I just couldn't breath when I ran! No one ever thought about asthma then unless you were having a full blown attack. Kids didn't walk around with inhalers - they went to special schools and were 'delicate'. I was deemed to be 'delicate' for other reasons - I had St Vitus Dance and also had tonsilitis regularly until I eventually had my tonsils out in my teens. My mother always claimed I had a weak heart and stopped me doing lots of things eg I was only allowed to play with one friend at a time in case I got too excited! Yes, really!
Well despite all that nonsense, I've led a full and active life, had children and grandchildren and a good career in social work so it hasn't held me back - until now when my chickens seem to all be coming home to roost at the same time.
One of my friends announced the other day that she thinks I just have bad luck and seem to get everything that's going. This is the same friend who, knowing my lung problems, turned up to stay at my home with the most awful chest infection which she passed on to me! Bad luck? Maybe! Thoughtless friend? Definitely!
Well, you've given me food for thought on this Sunday morning. I shall ponder on while I go about my day and pop back to see what others have to say on the matter.
All the best