A conversation about the future

I found her in the living room with the folder of information from the support group in her hand. She looked up and asked, "Am I just going to blunder into old age?" There are many wrong ways to answer this question, so I just kept my mouth shut. 

"I don't want to be one of those old people walking with a cane," she said. Three weeks ago, she was asking for Annie to come because she thought she was going to die within a matter of days. I didn't want to send us back in that direction, so again I didn't say anything. 

She put the folder down and said, "Actually, I don't want to talk about it." 

"Neither do I," I said.