Mom needs to use her cane and walker, but resists because she says "once I rely on those things, I might as well be dead". She's very vain and is clinging to the hope that she will get her mobility back. She's already driven her car through the front door of the cleaners. The car is still in the garage, but she's now afraid to drive, which is fine with us. She loses her balance very easily and has fallen on a few occasions. She is just now recovering from a fractured sacrum from her last fall. We just have to convince her that it's time to move, but the emotions and guilt are driving us crazy.