If in that distant September of two thousand and twenty-four, thirty years ago, someone had told me that I would live for a hundred years, I would not have believed it.At that time I had just turned seventy, I was not in bad health but I did have some ailments that compromised my quality of sleep and the type of food I could eat. Added to that was living in a country where the health care system was in shambles. Most of the good doctors had emigrated due to political and economic problems, and the remaining staff was poorly trained. The hospitals offered a very poor quality of service.