When my mother became ill, and my step dad had parkinsons, my brother installed handgrips in the showe, the bath, and next to the toilets to help them stay stable.
My mom balked at using a walker, but slowly came to grips with it, once she fell while walking without it.
Then when she had to go to a wheelchair, she absolutely LOVED the fact that she was being catered to, and gave us no squak about it.
She loved going to the grocery store again, knowing that she could get around easily.
I think a persons frame of mind, accepting the fact that we need help is a major factor in us letting go and deciding to accept these things…
I know myself, I am not a young un anymore, and due to the fact that I did take care of mom for so long, I now understand what I more than likely might be facing in my life, and will slide into it with ease and grace..
Bless you Bruce for being there for her!