It all stemmed from the idea that getting old meant I would become demented and frail.
At a young age, my grandma told me over and over again that she was old – she was only 50 years old.
Please know, my loving grandma appeared healthy and fit at that time, however, as time progressed she stopped taking proper care of herself. She stopped eating properly and dropped her exercise routine at the local JCC.
Soon after, she unfortunately developed dementia and became very weak. It was difficult for me to witness, as I noticed she began to give up more and more in the following weeks after her diagnosis. It seemed as if she was spending more of her time and energy visiting different doctors and taking a plethora of different medications.
Looking back, I wish she took better care of herself in the process of her medical treatment. As I currently approach that age, I realize that does not have to be my fate. I have made the concrete decision to dedicate myself…