The other day, I had a 75yr old man as a patient. He was having trouble walking, and now also having trouble breathing. I asked him when this all started. He told me that he didn’t retire until he was seventy years old. He worked in an office and enjoyed his job. He had been saving his money for an Alaskan Cruise for him and his wife for their fiftieth wedding anniversary. They didn’t travel much; they both worked and saved their money for retirement. They had one child and at this time only one grandchild. Life was good, no complaints until the day he fell walking down the steps of his porch. This happened three weeks before their Alaskan Cruise. He fractured his hip.
Needless to say, they had to cancel their cruise. But what comes next surprised me. He told me that it took at least six months to heal and almost a year before he could walk without a walker. But than he got a blood clot and was hospitalized. His breathing was erratic and of course as they go through your body medically, they were able to find more things wrong with him.
His face looked tired and old. His green eyes shown brightly, but there was no smile on his face. His next words took me for a loop.
“If I had known that seventy was the age that was going to keep me at home and with doctors, I would have gone on more trips, and enjoyed life a little more in the years coming to the age of seventy. I can’t walk like I use to, and can’t eat the same kinds of food. I am stuck in the house most of the time or in ambulances like this going back and forth seeing doctors.”
So, it dawned on me, is seventy the age where we become either a caretaker or the person who has to be cared for?
How do we grow old gracefully?
I am the Author
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