I am, as you might guess, following this subject closely. Approaching 75, this June in fact, I have to be realistic and understand that I could succumb to age related or other ailments and become the "frail elderly" I've been putting off with my robust country lifestyle and good diet, exercise, and intense interests to follow up.
Having rejoined the horse world only a couple of years ago and having students and horses to work with again has been a big part of my "recovery," as when I moved here 10 years ago I was just healing from cancer treatment and surgery (fine now, thanks) and was very weak by my standards. Fifteen minutes of wood splitting and I'd have to take a ten minute breather leaning against the woodshed wall.
Now, well, I'm not sure of what my limits are, though this past year I've slowed a little, less hard labor now but longer sustained activity.
What will I do when I slow down?
Well, I figure a few old timers leave by simply stopping in mid stroke, as it were, and the switch just flips off. Sounds good to me. And I've told Kate that if a horse related event, and "accident" should take me she can be sure I went out happy.
I had a little fall of Altea yesterday. Nothings serious at all, and I wasn't even all the way aboard.
Bonnie had to have a joyful crashing event at just the moment I was mounting up. Knocked down on up on the mountain we like to ride up to on the logging roads. A bit of a bump on my butt, and my elbow, but nothing to show off. But of course such things set me to thinking.
I notice though, when there is a close call, it doesn't dampen my enthusiasm. I was back aboard in less than a minute I believe it was.
Not everyone is the same so how one chooses to live the last years is an individual thing. The advice to talk it over early on, before care starts, sounds quite sensible and caring to me.
If I don't go out by way of the switch turning off, or a horse taking me out, and have to live as a frail elderly person I'll probably be a great pain in the neck to any caregiver, beause I most likely will insist on doing all that I can and complaining loudly about it at the same time. Contrary old cuss that I can be at times.
My big worry is that I'll burden and cramp the style of my dear wife. I'd like her end of life years, and many of them, to be filled with fun and joy and more of the exploration that she so enjoys. So I'll probably insist on paid care of some kind. At least part time.
And they damn well better talk over with me beforehand what I want done and not done.
Good thing I'm so sweet tempered. Right?
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Hey, I said "RIGHT!", are you going to answer or NOT?
Donald