I had a birthday recently. OK, more than just recently. Tuesday. That's recent enough that the scent of looming mortality still wafts around me, rising up through the air like that warm smell from the Hotel California. My long-term care colleagues were kind, supportive and treated me to an exquisite lunch. But the rest I've had to deal with on my own. People congratulated me for “another trip around the sun,” and I'm certain that in facility break rooms across America, my health was lavishly toasted.