I am now 65 but when I was 59 I was told I was in the final stages of heart failure so I more or less gave up on life my dh was wonderful and always encouraged me to just do what I can do and nothing more but nothing less either. He told me he would take care of me untill I was no longer here than about a year later he passed away To me it seemed unfair but life goes on. Then I moved and got new drs they thought I was a canidate for a heart transplant well after 6 days of testing I failed the test due to a lung fungas the rejection meds would escalate that, so I went home to wait to die no crafting of any kind> Then one day I realized this is just silly I can live life to the fullest or I can set in my chair and be bored So once again I started my crafts then decided to learn to quilt. I am mostly self tought because because of other illnessess I cant set long enough at one time to take a class and I can't lift my machine to take to class. I have good and bad times sometimes I go to lqs and have to leave after 5 minutes because I get sick and have to go to bed for awhile. But I have learned to take one day at a time and live that day to the best of my ability. I am enjoying life who knows I could get hit by a car crossing the street or I can live a few months days or weeks longer