Certain quotes grab my attention. One from Satchel Paige did just that. I had heard this quote a number of times before and although it caught my attention in the past, it didn’t really penetrate my superficial consciousness until recently.

Satchel Paige was a legend in baseball. He played in the 1940’s during the time when black baseball players were first allowed to play in the major leagues. Jackie Robinson is recognized as the first black player to play in the majors, but Paige was instrumental in paving the pathway for Jackie and others.

In 1948, Paige was called up to help the Cleveland Indians in the pennant race. He was a pitcher who spent a number of years crafting his fastball in the minors. He became the first black pitcher in major league baseball.

His feats are amazing, but his age was even more interesting to me. He became a major league rookie at the age of 42 – the oldest man to ever debut in the majors. In reference to age, Paige simply, yet eloquently stated:

“How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?”

– Satchel Paige –

Upon hearing that line recently, the student (me!) was ready, likely due to the health challenges over the past 6 months.

In My Youth

When I was in my teens and 20’s, this would have been a meaningless quote. As I have touched on in earlier blog posts, there were low moments when I considered suicide and even acted upon those thoughts. Those moments were not filled with questioning my mortality, but they were filled with a driving need to escape the engulfing emotional cyclones.

Fortunately, most moments were not filled with such thoughts. I was a young man, doing things that make the present-day me wonder how I made it through it. After all, I was invincible and immortal – I was going to live forever. At least I lived like that was my mindset. I simply would not have understood Satchel Paige’s quote and I wouldn’t have bothered trying to.

As I Aged

With age, I have acquired some bits of wisdom, even though most of it is not Earth-shattering. For me, wisdom would arrive at those flashes when cute words, quotes or concepts would move from the outer layer of awareness where I selectively care about things to the inner layers of deeper understanding and emotional awareness.

Like the moment when I realized that I won’t be around forever. Sure, when I was younger, I had an intellectual awareness of the idea, but the wisdom came when the concept slipped through the superficial periphery into my inner being. It was at that moment that I started to appreciate the gift of life, and how brief how time really is.

I was more ready for Satchel Paige’s quote, but I still didn’t think about mental vs physical age very often. For instance, when I was 55, I would often think “I know I am 55, but from my memories of 55 year-olds from when I was younger, I don’t look or feel like that!”. Yet I never really thought to assign myself another age.

The Quote

I was listening to a CD series in my car a while ago called “Dreams Don’t Have Deadlines” by Mark Victor Hansen. On one CD he discussed Satchel Paige and posed the question “How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you were?”

I was hooked. The student was ready. The idea pierced my exterior and entered my inner knowing. I then started assigning the age I felt and compared it to my calendar age, and they did not always match up!

Just Before Cancer

I had already accepted my mortality and began accepting the aches and pains that time bestows upon us. I learned that I had to adapt to new normals or get them fixed. For instance, I fully recognized that I could not run as fast as I could when I was 25, but that is from lack of running more than age.

My kids have helped me to blur mental and chronological aging even further. They help bring out the playful side in me, giving me cause to be a little boy again, but it causes me to get tired a little quicker – feeling old and young at the same time.

I didn’t know what 58 was supposed to feel like, but I felt much younger than that – in mind, spirit and body.

I felt more like 40 than 58. So maybe 60 is the new 40.

Cancer Diagnosis

Being diagnosed with cancer caused my mental evaluation of my age to cycle wildly, sometimes feeling 40, other times much older.

Besides the physical impact of the surgery, I still felt younger – but now trapped in a time continuum rather than a point in time. My mind was trying to hang on to the thought that I am still much younger than whatever 58 is supposed to be, but being pulled in the opposite direction with cancer reminding me that years are advancing.

At any point on time, could feel anywhere from 40 to well over 60.

Cancer Treatments

When chemo and radiation therapies started, I still felt strong – age 40. I was at work, functioning very well. I was getting increasingly tired, but it was still highly manageable.

After 2 weeks of treatment, I seemed to have aged 15 years. I was moving slower and eating less. I was more irritable, but trying to smile and keep up a strong front.

After another 2 weeks, I aged another 15 years. By this time I was eating very little. I was in bed by 8:00 most evenings. Still working, but much slower now. The growing fatigue was more obvious now and I had the decreasing ability or will to hide it.

After another week, aged at least another 10 years. I wasn’t eating at all and I had a g-tube in place to stabilize my weight and give me the nutrition I needed. I stopped working. I was too tired to properly focus on anything. I also felt impaired, like I was constantly stoned, but not enjoying any highs. I decided not to drive because I knew my reflexes were slower. I didn’t care about not having the freedom to go where I wanted because I simply didn’t want to go anywhere.

Because I was I was so mentally distant and physically tired, I was not connecting well with my family. I was dependent on others to help more than I had been ever in my life and I was fortunate that people were there to give me the help I needed.

End of Treatments and Recovery

For a week or so after the treatments ended, I felt even worse – more tired, fatigued and sore. I felt much older than I ever felt. By this time, I felt 85 or older.

I had gone from 40 to 85 in less than 2 months.

During 2nd week after treatment stopped, I started seeing signs of recovery. I was feeling more rested. I started to be able to tolerate some food.

After the third week I went back to work. I was still a bit foggy, but I felt it was better for me to get back to work. Since I was still a bit tired, I asked some co-worker friends to drive me back and forth to work, which they graciously did.

Over the course of a couple of months, I was eating fairly normally and driving myself around just like before.

The clock was starting to roll backwards.

Now

I am now dealing with cancer treatment side-effects, which is still much better than dealing with cancer itself. I am still not at 100% energy that I had prior to treatments, but I understand that it is completely normal for that to take a long time to recover.

I also have some side-effects that I was not prepared for. For instance, I have frequent dizzy spells and neck spasms. I am working with a number of professionals to determine the cause. These lingering side-effects are the reason why I don’t feel 40 again – yet!

Regardless, I would say I feel 45 – 50. I am now slimmer, I have more energy (90%) and I am sleeping normal (although my normal is shitty, it is still my normal). I just turn a blind eye to the mirror and the reflecting wrinkles that want to dampen my mental age-meter.

Why This is Important to Me

I have come to the realization that calendar age is not a prescription for physical or mental condition. Due to cancer and the treatments, I went from 40 to 85 back down to 50 in 6 months. I don’t want to say “I can’t because I’m too old” (unless it involves gymnastics or kindergarten). I don’t want to link limits to aging.

I would prefer to say “I choose not to do that” or “I choose to do that” and leave age out of it.

My Recent Lessons

What I can and cannot do now are a sum of the choices I have made up now. I can’t do karate now, not because I am 59, but because I did not choose to keep myself in the necessary physical condition to be able to do karate now. There are a lot of folks practicing karate in their 60’s and beyond.

As “Mark Victor Hansen” said, Dreams Don’t Have Deadlines and cancer has reminded me of that.

So what are my next dreams? I now have a longer list than I had even 6 months ago. Besides activities and things for the betterment of my family, my top dream is to become a best-selling author. I want my words to get out there with the hope that they will make a positive impact on many.

I have many other dreams on the list that I want to pursue with the passion and energy of the 40 year-old that I am inside. It will mean that I will be winding things up when some people may be winding things down. It also means I will be starting new adventures and opening new doors rather than embracing complacency.

Cancer has taken me through a wild aging cycle, but it has also reminded me that I am here to wear out rather than rust.

And I am always just beginning.

Now I ask you …

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?