Lying on her well-worn quilt, Liz pondered about the future. With the death of her husband, it all balanced on thin ice. Arthritis had crippled her legs, making simple movements an uphill task.
With no children or relatives to look to, the world seemed to be closing in on her. She had thought of hiring a nanny, but the figures were mind blowing. How would she sustain her devoid of a daily or constant income?
With one yet nerve-wrecking option, she lay her head down. She could not believe that it had come to this; a nursing home. She felt as one stripped to bare bones, with no dignity to talk about. However, there was no other way around it.