‘Maybe I’ll just die in my sleep’: When the very old have had enough of medical care
When asked how old he was, he replied: “Ninety-something or other.”
Who can keep track at that age?
He was still living independently, with concerned neighbours looking in on him and bringing him to appointments.
He was a proud man, relishing his abstinence when it came to taking any tablets, no matter how useful they might have been.
