it doesn't matter - other than living a healthy lifestyle, which I do, I don;t think we have much control over that - so why worry?

My family is pretty long lived - from the mid seventies into the late nineties - so based on my family history probably a long time before having to worry about it & I am glad of that because I still have a son who is only 18 & still in college

I agree with what Kelsie said- at least long enough to see my 2 younger sons graduate from college & have success & independence, happiness

"I want to peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather, not kicking and screaming like the passengers in his car" -- old joke

My grandparents lived into their 90s and died within days of each other. My great uncles and aunts have made it into their 90s, and one great aunt is still with us. All of them were clear of mind and hale in body, and all of them that have passed have done so gently. Grandpa's heart started "skipping" at 93, and they wanted to implant a pacemaker, which he refused, because he felt it was a waste of money. Grandma didn't like it, she wanted him to stay around at least until she went, and she proved that by dying just days after him of no discernible cause other than lack of will to live.

So, I have expectations that my health will hold out until I'm in my 90s, and if I plan things out well enough, I should be just as functional as they were at that age, perhaps a bit longer. That's fine with me; the world is a fascinating place, and I'll never have enough time to read all the books I want to read anyway.

There were times I thought the pain was not worth it, but I have children now, and I'll be damned if I set a poor example for them. They clearly enjoy life and do not suffer like I did, so I want them to aspire to live greater than I have.

I also lost my youngest brother before his 31st birthday due to a very rare genetic disorder, and I think it would shame his heroism if I, gifted with a healthy body and full physical ability, were to give up because life gets a little tough sometimes. I remind myself how much he would have appreciated having the opportunities I've had, and I know he would have gladly traded my pain and suffering for the chance to live another ten years, to love and be loved, to run and swim and have the abilities he wouldn't take for granted.