That's a very good question.
At 43 years old, I've been a grandmother for a year already. Life has been good in some ways. I'm spoiled because I already have my first grandson and I'm happy that he's there.
I'm facing a difficult situation, because I have to decide up to what point I want to experience the good times, when I know that there is a risk of some truly bad times. One fine day, in my view, these moments will be stripped of any dignity. Unfortunately, I won't run that risk.
I will really have some difficult choices to make, but I don't want to risk being imprisoned in my body for years. I don't want to make mistakes or get aggressive. So much so that, unfortunately, I will probably go a little earlier than I would ideally have liked to.