I’m exactly the same age now as my Mum was in December 1983. I remember December 1983 very well. When my mum was exactly my age, she had 13.5 years until she’d be diagnosed with a very aggressive, terminal cancer (and would only live a year afterwards)
My mother was a very heavy drinker and smoker.
December 1983 seemed like a magical time. AIBU to be freaked out by the thought that if I was my mum then, I’d only have 13.5 before a terminal cancer diagnosis ?