One of the difficult things to do is imagine life in a nursing home when you're in your fifties, or even sixties. My father resisted going in to a retirement complex. When he reached the age where taking care of the yard and property (or even taking out the garbage) was difficult for him, he changed his mind. He loved the place they moved to because they started out with an apartment, and lived there until my father died. My mother stayed in the apartment for another three years, and then moved into assisted living in the same complex. If they'd stayed in our family home they would have lived a sad life. They couldn't drive; most of their freinds were dead or equally isolated. In the retirement complex they made many new friends and socially more than they had when they were living at home. If you try to imagine yourself living in a retirement complex or nursing home with your current health, of course it sounds like a sentence.