My vanity tells me that I won’t want to be a wrinkly 95-year-old, but who knows? I was shocked at the first appearance of threadlike broken veins in my ankles in my 40s, but I got used to it. Since then I’ve gotten used to varicose veins and more. (I’m 66.)
I live in a rural area and I don’t have a car; I can’t really leave the house because of my bad knees. I’ve had a visitor five times in the past 3 months; four of those visits were less than half an hour. Many of my friends have died or we’ve fallen out of touch, and I’m estranged from my child. I’m an introvert, and I’m becoming more introverted as years go by, so I don’t mind.
I live day-to-day, and my days are plenty full enough for me. Just getting through the day (self-care, housework, etc.) takes up most of the day; I don’t have time to feel lonely. This might sound pathetic to younger people or to overachievers, but I don’t feel pathetic at all.
I remember when people thought 30 was “old.” My boyfriend is in his 30s. He says I’m healthier than he is (apparently true) and he’ll probably die before me (possible). So worrying about quality of life and all is not necessarily age related.
If I develop cancer, I’ll refuse treatment. But I would have told you the same thing when I was much younger. What does age have to do with a decision like this?
I used to be very intelligent, for all the good it did me. Yes, my faculties are declining, but so what? I’m much happier now. I have no wish to be a mathematician or composer or Nobel Prize winner.
I’ve had to mourn many losses in my life. Not just deaths, but also dreams, ideals, things that gave my life meaning or defined who I was. I don’t think being old can be much worse than what I’ve already been through. Right now, life looks pretty good. As an old age pensioner, I have a higher and more stable income than I did for most of my working life. I don’t anticipate being a burden on anyone.
The author of the article cites lots of statistics. But that’s just it–an age is just a statistic. As individuals, we have no idea what our lives will be like at age 75, or how we’ll feel about it.