My grandmother lived to 104. Her mother, my great grandmother, lived to 92. Most relatives on the other side of the family lived well into the 80s. Good genes here and there.
What was my grandmother’s secret? Whenever someone would ask her she replied with a simple:
Movement matters. Not everyone with a life ending disorder or debilitating disease can move, but any kind of movement is better than no movement (mostly). Thanks to the home ventilator I can still breathe well and live long after I should have succumbed to respiratory distress and died.
Thanks to some inventive physical therapy, I can still move, but don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not the kind of movement required to play catch with grandkids, or drive my wife to a favorite place to dine, walk around the mall, or even go to the bathroom.
My range of required exercises help to strengthen legs and balance, arms and hands to lift and hold, and every movement that would help strengthen breathing gets helped by using the ventilator to breathe even while moving.
Keep moving works.
Obviously, keep moving has limits. Grandma’s limit was 104. Mine is 2021.