Dear Colleagues,Friday, July 31, 2009RE: WHY I JOINED THE THREE HUNDRED
Today, I made the decision to join The Three Hundred.This essay will explain who The Three Hundred are, why I joined them, and why I think you should do so, too.The short answer to all of the above is that The Three Hundred is a commitment tostrongly and directly support what I believe to be the most effective vehicle for fundinggenuine anti-aging research - research that could drastically delay, or even ultimatelyeliminate, the slow, but gradually accelerating downward spiral of physical and mentaldeterioration with the passing of the years.In other words, it is our best hope of substantially forestalling or escaping an otherwise-foreordained future of increasing disability, suffering and death - and of watchinghelplessly as our loved ones undergo the same terrible decline.While I am still relatively young and believe that I am indeed aging more slowly thanthose around me, I have suffered the loss of my loved ones to the aging process already.It's bad enough to watch allegedly "independently-living" aged strangers out in public,idly shuffling their feet, pushing cleverly designed wheeled walkers or balancing on their canes, unable to open the doors for themselves, faces a mask of apathy. It's much worseto spend even a few minutes in a nursing home, walking out of a world of relative healthof body and mind into an asylum of decay: men and women, once fit and optimistic aboutthe future, now tied to oxygen tanks, raving mad or sunk into almost complete retreatfrom the outside world, sitting down hours in advance of their meals for lack of any better purpose to their lives, needing help to get out of bed or clean their own wastes.But what is truly terrible is to be in such a house of horrors to visit your grandmother -watching her become increasingly passive, disengaged, and helpless; seeing her unable tocarry out the basic activities of daily living until she is a decayed funhouse mirror imageof an infant, unable to walk or even control her own bladder; wondering when she willdie, and whether that is really the worst fate that you can envision for her.I am conscious that the advancing process of cellular disorder that took a young woman -a woman that escaped poverty in Scotland, worked through two World Wars to build ahome and a family, bore my mother into the world, and cared for me through almost threedecades as a mature, increasingly wrinkly, but still proudly independent gra'ma - andslowly sapped her in body and mind ... consciousness that these same processes areinvisibly at work in my own flesh, and are now erupting visibly in my own mother andfather.2
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