But they'd make it possible for her to walk to the bathroom, to the dining room and mailbox, and through the malls and thrift stores with me. Quality of life is a relative term. She's different from my Dad, who gave up and crawled into bed when he couldn't have the life he'd always had. Mom is feistier and more determined. So when her surgeon asked me if I thought the surgery would improve my mother's quality of life, I didn't hesitate.
Mom has a whole lot of living left to do.
The old gray mare might not be what she used to be, but she's a long way from dead. We were talking about how tough it is to figure out how much money to spend while we're making it and how much to save for our older years. How much to use on a comfortable retirement and how much to hang onto in case that retirement lasts longer than we expect. It's a tricky equation.