What are you most worried about as you age?

Now that I no longer can drive much, I worry about what will happen when Huzz can (or should!) no longer drive and us not living within walking distance of all the places we need/want to go. I also worry about if either one of us falls; the other would not be able to help whichever one fell get back up. But he refuses to even talk about those very real probabilities coming up ahead; in total denial.
 
If it's any consolation to some of you "youngish" seniors - - the closer you get to the end, the less "things" you have to worry about, and when something does appear you most likely won't have to worry for long !

This from a 91 - 89 age couple who started on life's journey as teen-agers and find themselves blessed to have BOTH lasted this long.
 
Hey - - -Cut that out. . . . . I'm 91 and I haven't started spitting on anyone . . . .YET !! :LOL:
You don't need to be old doing such things. I was told of a woman in her early 50s who had dementia and smeared her excrements on the walls of her apartment.
 
Worried? ... nothing really.
Worry is a waste of time and doesn't change anything.
I plan for the worst and hope for the best.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Wise words, perhaps worry is the wrong definition, concerned would be more appropriate. My concern is that of becoming a widower, but even more than that, it bothers me that my wife could become a widow.

But what we want to do is emulate my maternal grandparents. They were 75 years married and died within a few months of each other.
We are getting there, 57 years married I am 79.
 
Now that I no longer can drive much, I worry about what will happen when Huzz can (or should!) no longer drive and us not living within walking distance of all the places we need/want to go. I also worry about if either one of us falls; the other would not be able to help whichever one fell get back up. But he refuses to even talk about those very real probabilities coming up ahead; in total denial.
I just yesterday heard about some friends of a friend in relation to this subject: a couple who are in their 90s, live in a big house on several acres within walking distance of nothing, their kids don't live nearby, the wife has been begging the husband for years to downsize to a smaller place closer to facilities, the husband keeps refusing; the wife finally couldn't take any more--she was exhausted trying to take care of that big place and him--and moved into either an independent living or assisted living place (not sure which).

When the friend told me this, I said, "Oh, wow, are they going to divorce or legally separate?" She said no, that the husband does stay with the wife a few days a week at the facility but the rest of time is living by himself in the big house. So you know what's gonna happen: I guess this guy can hardly walk, so he's gonna fall and lie there for a while and then off to the hospital and then the nursing home with him and that place'll finally go up for sale. And if he had agreed to move to a smaller, easier-to-live-in house or the facility where she's living, he could've stayed out of the nursing home (for a little longer anyway).

Or you know what would even be worse? He most likely shouldn't be driving but I think still is; so he's going to get in a fender-bender that's his fault, somebody else gets killed or hurt so he gets sued and loses that house and then they won't be able to afford to live anywhere around here, let alone a decent assisted or independent living place.

I related this to my huzz but I don;t think it made a dent in this thinking.
 
Both my parents suffered from dementia so I have some co cern I might follow in their footsteps. But neither my sister nor my brother who are both considerably older than me show any signs yet, so hopefully I won’t either. Seeing them both deteriorate like that, one after the other, and dealing with them as the got older…well I just don’t want to be that way.

My other concern is a loss of mobility either through injury or stroke. At 72 I have no mobility issues at all and to hope is that I never will, other than the general slowing down that she brings.
 
Dealing with the healthcare system in this country (US). Lately it has been quite frustrating dealing with insurance and my doctors office. The Dr. is great, his office is a mess.
 
If anything it would be waking up in hospital, with no knowledge of why I was taken in, because if I'd been aware I'd needed that, I would have refused it.
 
Insights on how best one can live make impacts in the lives of people he barely knows?

It ending.

There are some things I simply love. Some pleasures that transport me to another world/existence. And I want to experience that forever.
 
My friends dying. One of my good friends has ALS now. We were very close throughout the 2 colleges we both attended all the way until we both passed the bar on our first attempt. His wife is a very good nurse who has retired to take care of her husband. I see him at least 3 times a week and although I hate to see him go, there will be some good from it. He is suffering badly, so his passing will bring him relief.
 

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