When did I age out of having dreams? I’m not sure the exact time or place, but I know what it looked like. After the melanoma diagnosis, my calendar had become a medical itinerary: pre-op visit Tuesday, surgery Wednesday, follow-up in one week. I couldn’t even plan dinner. No caffeine, no sugar, no alcohol. My healthcare needs had impounded my life. Now a retired physician and business executive, I felt I had achieved the goals established earlier in my career. What else was left? Hoping for an exciting future seemed pointless. I was feeling burned out, weary and aged. Dreamless. Take out the violin, right? The timing seemed perfect for…