No, I don't have breast cancer. My sister died of that 13 years ago. She was nine years younger than I am now.
And, my bone density is in synch with what the World Health Organization approves for my age. If I fall, I'm not likely to wind up with a walker.
Even a few months ago I would have searched for the "meaning" of this. How did I, who had abused my body in my youth until my middle years, wind up with this second chance? Also, it looks that I have beaten the genetic curse of my family of dying way too young.
Then I attended a series of lectures on catastrophe at St. Philip's in the Hills, Tucson, Arizona. One scientist gave his point of view. It was that the universe goes about its merry way, often changing unexpectedly. It's a waste of whatever to try to impose meaning on all that. Far better is to invest our resources into responding to what then is.
That perspective has helped me stop replaying the past. It was what it was. And what purpose would it serve to try to superimpose meanings on it?
My response to the reality of good health is to confirm to myself that I can continue operating my business. There is no reason not it. I can simply shut out those I call The Retirement Bullies who have harassed me about easing off, then closing down.