At my sister's reception in Maine, my grandmothers sat next to each other at dinner. They hadn't seen each other during the cocktail hour as they had both been sat down in different areas. The dude walked in Mimi and my mother's cousin walked in Maggie. Both of them had painted canes. As they neared the table, they saw each other for the first time since my grandfather's funeral in 2004. "Rita!" Maggie exclaimed, "Look at us with our sticks. Did you ever think it would come to this?"
Over dinner they were sharing complaints, and Maggie says to Rita, "Oh, well, you're a year older than me." Like that makes a difference at their age! And really, you're still rubbing that in?
Rita tore a ligament in her knee a few years ago (dusting while standing on the bed!). She refuses to have surgery, so what can you do? Maggie's hip has worn out. She's gotten to the point where the pain is too much to bear and she'll be having surgery on October 17th.
I'm sure she would accept your prayers, and I know she'd love some get well cards. You know what to do.