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WHEN I STARTED writing for HumbleDollar, Jonathan gave me some simple but important advice: “Don’t brag about your financial situation. You want readers to like you.” Perhaps that’s one of the reasons he named his financial site HumbleDollar.
I try to follow this advice not only regarding money, but in other aspects of my life. I know how fleeting things can be—especially when it comes to health. Life can change on a dime. It can humble you.
At age 75, I’ve been fortunate with my health. I have had no major illnesses or pain that slowed me down. I could do pretty much whatever I wanted to do. However, that suddenly changed.
About a month ago, I experienced pain in my right eye, a mild headache, and nausea. I thought it might be the flu until I started seeing double.
I went to my optometrist, who said I should see a neuro-ophthalmologist. Because I have Original Medicare, I was able to see one the next day without waiting for a referral. Both physicians were paid for by Medicare and my supplemental insurance because it was a medical issue.
Without getting too far into the weeds, it was determined that one of the three cranial nerves controlling my eye movements was weakened because of temporary poor blood flow. Folks who have diabetes, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, or who are older face a higher risk of developing Microvascular Cranial Nerve Palsy.
The good news is that, in most cases, the nerve is not permanently injured and recovery occurs over six to 12 weeks. The double vision can be treated in the short term by patching either eye or attaching a temporary prism to your eyeglasses. The temporary prism is no longer working for me, so I have to use a patch.
It has been four weeks and, no pun intended, it has been a real eye-opener. I can’t drive and must rely on my wife to take me places. I’m beginning to get a taste of what it is like to lose my mobility.
I’m usually the one who does most of the shopping, so this has added more tasks to Rachel’s to-do list. We now use Amazon Prime more often to have items delivered to our house. One of my greatest fears is that I might become a burden.
When we’re out, Rachel wants to hold my hand because she’s afraid I might fall. Although I appreciate the help, it makes me feel older and weaker. I haven’t told any friends or family about my condition. I guess I have too much pride—or shame—to admit that I need help taking care of myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m lucky to have someone helping me through this ordeal. I have also learned something about myself.
What surprised me most is how much of my identity was wrapped up in being independent. I spent the first 10 years of my retirement taking care of my parents. I liked being the helper, not the one needing help. I liked driving, shopping, carrying things, fixing problems, and taking care of myself. Losing some of that, even temporarily, has been harder emotionally than physically.
Maybe that’s why setbacks like this humble us. They remind us that none of us is fully self-sufficient, no matter how healthy, capable, or financially secure we may feel. At some point, we all depend on others.
Rachel hasn’t complained once. She simply adjusted. She drives me where I need to go, walks a little closer beside me, and is always there to lend a helping hand. What I first saw as weakness on my part, I’m beginning to see differently. Allowing someone to help you can also be an act of trust and love.
This experience has also made me think about the future. Many of us spend years planning financially for retirement, but we don’t spend nearly as much time preparing emotionally for the possibility that someday we may need help ourselves. That may be one of retirement’s hardest lessons.
I also understand why most elderly people want to age in place. Perhaps like me, they find the emotional challenge of giving up some independence hard to fathom. But I’m beginning to realize that Rachel and I are going to need help in our later years. It comes down to what kind of help we are looking for.
We don’t just need a financial plan for when our health changes; we need a care plan. For Rachel and me, aging in place will mean redefining what help looks like. It might mean:
Most importantly, it means having difficult conversations now about what we will do if a temporary setback becomes a permanent reality. For instance, how much of our portfolio are we willing to allocate to home-health aides before considering an assisted living facility? What physical benchmarks signal that it’s time to hand over the financial reins to a trusted executor?
We spent our lives living below our means so we could build financial safety nets and not have to depend on anyone. But as it turns out, the most valuable asset we have in retirement isn’t our robust portfolio. It’s the person holding our hand when the world goes blurry.
Fortunately, my condition will likely improve with time. I’m grateful for that. But even this temporary detour has given me a deeper appreciation for good health, Medicare, my wife’s support, and the everyday abilities I once took for granted.
Life has a way of humbling all of us eventually. Maybe the best we can do is accept it with a little grace—and remember that someday, almost everyone gets a turn being the one who needs a hand.
Dennis Friedman retired from Boeing Satellite Systems after a 30-year career in manufacturing. Born in Ohio, Dennis is a California transplant with a bachelor’s degree in history and an MBA. A self-described “humble investor,” he likes reading historical novels and about personal finance. Follow Dennis on X @DMFrie and check out his earlier articles
Yep, spot on. One year ago I was minding my own business and wham O. Was diagnosed with Stage 4 prostate cancer! This in spite of my PSA being a 1 at every past years physical. As the commercial used to say. Life comes at you fast!!
Always remember even the Lone Ranger had Tonto. Its okay to ask for help. Its a sign of strength not weakness.
Hi Dennis, hope you will be 100% asap. Take great care and thanks for sharing your insights in this article. Always well written.
Dennis:
Like you, I am 75, and I recently experienced a health scare, severe dizziness, from a source as of yet unknown. I am doing rehab, but unfortunately, I am not seeing any improvement. I am simply grateful that it has moderated to a degree, so I can still walk and drive.
Like Rachel, my wife is keeping an eye on me when we are out, and like you, I am using Amazon Prime and Walmart home delivery on some days.
Because my parents lived long lives, my mom until 81 and my stepdad until 93, we have a care plan designed. Our retirement home was built specifically to allow aging in place… no steps, no carpet, wider doors and hallways, walk-in shower, jacuzzi bath tub, etc. It has a section with a full bath and two bedrooms that can be used for a live-in health care person, which can be closed off with a pocket door. It was originally designed for my stepfather, so he could live with us in his final years, instead of in assisted living, but he passed before it was finished.
Like you, I planned financially for us to remain independent throughout our lives.
May God bless you and Rachel, and may you recover your health. in short order. In God’s Name, Amen.
You’ve raised important points. Life does have a way of humbling all of us. At 76 and my husband who is 85, we lead an active and healthy life. This past spring, my scheduled knee replacement was canceled as a result of pre-op blood tests identifying issues, including severe anemia. More blood tests and then a CT scan identified a very large cancerous tumor on my kidney, and surgery removed the tumor and the kidney. Because it was a rare and aggressive form of cancer, I am now going through a year of Keytruda immunotherapy to make sure that all is clear. I am recovering well with no side effects, but it is a wake-up call that the “sharp left turn” can happen anytime in our lives and to make the best of every day and take nothing for granted.
Your point about a care plan is also an important one. We live on an Adirondack lake in the summer and go South for the winter to avoid snow and cold. We have always planned to age in place because we love our home, but what happens when we can’t travel, or become disabled? I’ve followed many of the Humble Dollar discussions about CCRC living and it just isn’t what I want, but may become necessary. Your article, plus my health scare, will spark discussions for us as it’s the reality of our future that we may need more help than is possible where we live. Our two children live on opposite coasts, so they are not nearby and we don’t want to become a burden to them anyway.
It’s good that you didn’t take the “sharp left turn,” and your setback is temporary. Thank you though for raising these good questions.
Thanks Dennis for opening the eyes of many and being so open to help us all, excellent work. I have actually went through this too, with Multiple Myeloma cancer developing about 2018, and happily my treatment every 28 days, continues to keep me alive. You might consider what we did for your long term future in 2022. We moved into an Independent Living Facility, where they take care of everything, that is Dining daily, all your maintenance, and you only have one extra bill to pay, your cell phone. They have every activity you can imagine. This experience where we reside, is much better than I expected as we are meeting so many interesting people and learning to cope with any ill that comes our way. This Independent Living is our Care Plan for our long term future. It is a big step, but you can prepare for it. At our facility we also have Assisted Living, Memory, and Nursing when needed. It has turned out to provide much comfort as we age, currently at age 80.
A twist on an old adage: Failing to plan for bad health is planning to fail when it arrives. We are all different, and different pieces of our machinery will fail or slow down and impact us as we age. I rely heavily on exercise. I have for years. At 75, I’m slower and can’t do everything I used to. But I still work on balance, flexibility, strength and maintaining good circulation. I push myself, but not into any danger zones. I tell people I may have 20 years left. I trust the first 10 will be OK. It is the second 10 I exercise for. (I’m not so sure about those first 10 any more. I see and feel things that worry me. But one must soldier on, and try to be prepared to deal with new things as they arise and old things that get worse. The alternative is far worse. The Boy Scouts were right – Be Prepared.)