Last year I celebrated turning 50. I didn't get depressed about reaching the half century mark or worry about getting older, I embraced this new milestone in my life. I looked forward to that next phase with no children left in the house and the time to do all the things I had put off because I was too busy with life before that. Little did I know that once I turned 50 my mailbox would turn into a scary place that held small messages telling me I am old now and everyday could be my last. First a parcel turned up with a free Bowel Cancer test Kit. Congratulations on turning 50 but beware you are now at an even higher risk to contract bowl cancer. Just follow the instructions and we will take it from there. Ok that was a little bit of a worry. Next came the letter telling me that now I am 50 my risk of Breast Cancer had increased significantly but not to worry you can ring this number and book in for a free Breast Screening. Blood pressure, cholesterol you name it apparently once you turn 50 you are probably going to be afflicted by one of these things or a myriad of others no one has sent me a letter about yet. Now instead of enjoying this time of my life and doing all the things I had planned on doing I will be too busy having all my ins and outs poked, prodded, squeezed and xrayed.