" I know I'm the oldest old fart here "

Maybe, but I`ll bet mine are longer and louder!

Got a feeling I'm the second old fart in line.

Another tough old broad
kicker

I'm 51.....do I qualify? Apparently I qualify for the Senior Discount at Publix.

I think about what I'll do later in life alot but I don't worry about it. I pray about it all the time.

Sally, something you said triggered a memory. My Dad had MS, diagnosed (I think) in 1957 after at least a couple years of mystery and random symptoms. He was 39. I can remember that we lived very, very frugally with the spectre of his potential disability hanging over us. Mom would say, "We never know if tomorrow will be the day your father will wake up and not be able to get out of bed."

Only now do I understand how it must have felt for him, and for my Mom.

It never happened, by the way. He retired at 62, and died at 79 of COPD. He used a cane, but was still getting up and down stairs under his own steam a few days before he died.

Sal, you've been a very strong woman all these years...I am not near the 70s yet, but I also worry about these things.
iMO dr. k provided a service to those who didn't want to live life in bed. I don't understand how Stephen Hawking has lived as he has all of these years...especially watching my FIL deteriorate, and him wishing it was over.

I sit sometimes in awe wondering what keeps us going when we reach that level of disability. Time magazine is going to feature an article on how we die by Joe Klein. He discusses his father's passing and all of the issues involved with the quality of life vs. Fighting to lengthen it. Sounds like something to read & ponder...

Sal, I’m not that far behind you, now that I am in my mid sixties. I figure that I’ve had this disease for soooooo long (since I was in my teens), that I should count myself lucky to still be able to get around as well as I do. As Doris Day would say, “whatever will be will be”, the glass is half full, and yadda, yadda, yadda.

Another old fart to another.........I'm only 2/3(?) years behind you......and wonder how that happened??? It seems like once a month or so I think it may be time to consider an assisted living place since I live alone, like you Sally. Seems as though my ms has advanced quite a bit these past five years so that I can no longer move my legs. Spending all the time in my "chair" is really a challenge, especially knowing there's nobody coming home later in the day.

I've not been able to use my bed for a couple years, so sleep in my lift recliner. Of course I have to "waterproof" the thing first with "piddle pads", another story, other pads, blanket, etc. Thank goodness the thing can go up and down since my legs become really sore staying in one position. It definitely would be easier with someone here to help most of the time.

Some days moving doesn't sound like such a bad idea, especially on "10" pain days, but in reality, I don't want to leave my home. Being a Christian, I'm praying for the rapture to happen soon so I won't have to face that decision. This disease sucks no matter what our age!

At 51, I didn't worry about it either. Why, you say? Because I was still young, Idiot!

Blessings, your Dad was lucky with his MS prognosis and with a little more luck, yours will be the same. 79 is still to young to die, so, watch out for that nasty COPD.

Debbie, thanks, I try to stay strong and pray every day for it. For me, Joe Klein's book about his Father dying, is not something I would want to read and ponder.

Marion, you're just too dang chipper for me..*SMACK*

Mariel, I never considered Dr K either, just wished I'd go to heaven a little sooner than planned. You are so lucky to be still walking....keep on keeping on..

You aren't even 60 yet, ya wippersnapper!!