Since I moved into a senior residential complex in central Connecticut, three of my neighbors on my floor have been, well, taken off to a nursing home. The three are still there and probably will remain for a long time.
Had they considered that fate years ago and would they have opted out of it? Of course, we 77 million Baby Boomers are getting angst-ridden about how we could be spending the last years of our life.
When a fellow Baby Boomer in the complex heard that Joe, let's call him, is in a nursing home and isn't coming back, she was crying. I bit my tongue. What passed through my mind were the famous lines from the John Donne poem "No Man Is an Island." Those lines essentially are: Don't ask for whom the bell tolls (signaling a tragedy). It tolls for them.
The woman, I held back from saying, was weeping because she could become the next Joe. The good news, though, is that with lobbying we Baby Boomers can put together a better kind of package for ourselves. We could be able to choose, as we say in business, an exit strategy. Beforehand, we will put all our affairs in order and then be allowed to go gently into the night.
Given our numbers and the ridiculous cost of maintaining human beings in nursing homes, the leaders we elect have to listen to us.