Yesterday, I turned 45. No fanfare, no balloons, no new gray hairs (that I noticed). Just the flip of a calendar day that marked the start of my 45th year on this big spinning ball… I used to love aging. When my life seemed somewhat within my control, and I had goals on the horizon. Aging felt like a gift; a display of notches in my belt of hard-won wisdom and victories. But, since I’ve been sick, aging worries me.