I was a young
chick of 52 in January 1973. A new year--I moved to a new town,
into a new apartment, and started a new job. Of course I had a
mantra--"73 for me!"
In June of 1973 I had
a modified radical mastectomy. So much for mantras! BUT, here I
am, 2008, thirty five years later in very fine fettle with no
problems! YEAH!
PS I'm 87 years old
and still don't have to color my hair!