I know there are others of you who are faced with the struggle of watching your parent(s) grow old. It's so hard; such a heartache. My mom is a treasure, and always has been. She's almost 86 years old, and is blessed with a sharp mind, excellent general health, and a sense of humor that ROCKS! What she doesn't have is good joints. Both her knee and hip were replaced on one side, and now the other knee is so bad that her leg is useless.
Sometimes she can't get up out of her chair. Sometimes she can get up, but then can't move for 20 minutes because her knee won't support any weight. She has a scooter, but has so much trouble getting on and off of it that it's dangerous. She's fallen five times within the last few weeks because her knee gives out, and down she goes. Thankfully, she's not been seriously hurt because of the falls.
Yesterday morning she called me at 7:30, needing my help because she'd been on her scooter since 2:00 the previous afternoon and couldn't get off by herself to go to the bathroom. That's 17-1/2 hours.
My brother came home yesterday, and tomorrow he and I are taking Mom to an orthopedic doctor. She more than likely needs a new knee, but at her age they may not want to do it, especially given her history of having a very difficult time recovering from surgery. She was in the hospital for 21 days when she had her hip replaced, and we thought we were going to lose her. Unless there's something they can do for her, she won't be able to live alone any more. My little bro and I are heartsick at the thought of Mom having to live in a home, especially since her only problem is mobility.
And of course my mom is only one of the millions of elderly who struggle and agonize to get through each and every day. I know it's part of life, and we all have to do it, but getting old stinks. The "GOLDEN" years.... uh uh.... doesn't seem very "golden" to me.