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This is a story about how getting married and having children does not guarantee you won't end up alone and lonely at the end of your life.

I spent the past few days with my mother in law in southern Sweden while my husband went to visit his father in central Sweden. I have not seen his father since fall 2022, when I learned he had beat my mother in law. She hasn't seen him since about the same time either when she finally decided to flee him and move to the region of Sweden where she grew up. As of summer 2025, she is now divorced from him - this was facilitated by the fact that divorcing in Sweden when there are no minor children or shared assets and people live apart for a while is really pro-forma. My husband and sister-in-law got her to sign the paperwork to divorce this summer, and at 76 years old, she is a free woman. Her life is not all sunshine and roses and in many ways, watching her age is encouraging me to make different life choices so I don't wind up like her. However, she is doing so MUCH better than my father in law.

He is a narcissist with a lot of mental health issues and an overwhelming fear and mistrust of medicine and doctors. Since the summer, he has been in decline and is clearly depressed. But he refuses all medication and any physical therapy. He lives in an assisted living facility and is deathly afraid of falling so he spends most of his day in bed and is too afraid to walk to the toilet so he pees in one of those pee bottles. He did have a stumble on his way to the bathroom earlier this year that exacerbated this fear. He also has his own personal wheelchair which my sister in law bought as a way to bring him from the US to Sweden in early 2023 when he was really ailing. He spends most of his days in bed in the dark - not even watching TV. He does text a sort of girlfriend (someone my age) on a daily basis with his grandiose ideas about escaping to France where he will live in a mansion and have servants waiting on him. His lying in bed and terrible diet means he is losing strength and cannot get up by himself to pee in the bottle and needs the homecare workers to come help him to his feet.

His mental illness means he is deluded into thinking he has a lot of money coming to him from the sale of his home in Connecticut and that he is a millionaire. In truth, the house was foreclosed upon a few years ago, and resold by the bank. All his items were thrown out with only a little that his children rescued and put in storage, that is now costing them $300 a month. I know this because I helped my husband downsize the storage unit just before Christmas where we threw away 12 trash bags of absolute garbage (old magazines, used napkins and cups, trade show schwag from 10-30 years ago) that my father in law had boxed up and kept in the house. He cannot accept this is true and continues to live in his own imagined reality that he is a rich man being thwarted by the system. He cannot understand why his wife left him and absolutely refuses to see that he did anything wrong by hitting her because, after all, she was annoying him and not doing what he wanted her to do. He entertains himself sometimes by making the healthcare workers move things around for them and telling bullshit stories about his life. He can be very charming when he wants to be, but his charm has faded along with his strength and he instead spends his days in a kind of sensory deprivation so he can avoid his reality. This thinking is a lifetime of untreated mental illness and the indulgence of his narcissism. 

When my husband visited, it took a while for my father in law to warm up, but he did eventually and they were able to reminisce about old times. I am glad for my husband for this - this man is his father and there is love. One thing my husband likes to do is to take his dad out to restaurants to eat since he cannot do this on his own in his wheelchair. But my father in law has become too weak to sit in a wheelchair. He has an arm that was affected by a stroke a few years ago that is tight and painful and has only gotten weaker and worse due to lack of movement and a refusal to do physical therapy. As a result, sitting in the wheelchair is painful for him, so instead of going out, my husband ordered food and had it delivered. Bad snow hitting parts of Sweden this weekend meant my husband's return train was cancelled, so he had to cut his trip short to return home.

I think my husband visiting may have been good for my father in law for a little while, but it will not change the state of things. The healthcare workers have said that he is making his own health worse, but under Swedish law, they cannot force medication or treatment on him. I really do wonder if my father in law will make it through this year. He is 75 and will be 76 in February. I have been thinking of how I will support my husband because I know this will devastate him. My deeper worry is that my mother in law will also pass soon. (I will deal with that when and if it happens, but I have started to prepare.)

The part of me that feels anger and injustice for my father in law's treatment of my mother in law and the many other things he has done to hurt people throughout his life is watching this man's decay with a sense of detachment and curiosity. Aside from the once or twice a year visit from his son who lives in another country, my father in law is dying alone. This is the manifestation of the threat I see being shouted at younger straight women on social media who are not married or who divorce - that they will regret their choice to not lower their standards and tether themself to a man and have children with him. Except here is a man who did marry and did have children, but  because of how he treated them and the choices he made through his entire life (and the choices he continues to make to reject all medical care and treatment), he is the one actively dying alone.

I want to reassure those women not to lower their standards and not to force themselves to endure a lifetime of mistreatment and injustice and disrespect and abuse from a partner just to avoid dying alone because there is no guarantee they won't also die alone anyway. 
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 When I was in Sweden last week, I had a chance to spend time with two friends from other countries who were brought in for my PhD students's defense. The defense was awesome and I had a lot of fun with my friends who served an examination role. Among the things that came up in conversation was retirement and that left me reeling. I realize this is one of the signs of getting older and being a part of these conversation made me feel so much older than I think I am. 

It's not that I have not heard people talking of retirement, but they have not been people I consider my age peers. I have another friend from the Netherlands who is retiring in 2025 as he will be 67 which is the mandatory retirement age for state jobs/university positions in many European countries. These two friends I talked with in Sweden are in their 50s but older than me. M is an American based in Spain and is 58 (59 later this year). She longs to retire at 65 but will have to retire at 67, so that is 9 years of work. B is from Ireland and is 55 (56 later this year) so only 5 years older than me. He was not talking about longing for retirement as much as being practical about it. His plan is to retire to Spain, where his wife is from.

Retirement has always felt like an impossibility to me and hearing my friends talk about it made me not only feel self-conscious of my age but also made me feel a kind of grief. When my academic friends retire, I won't be seeing them at conferences and grant meetings and dissertation defenses. There won't be a reason for us to come together. They will be in their homes, living on more fixed incomes and spending time with their grandchildren and families. They aren't likely to come to the US (B's wife is too terrified to travel here as she is afraid of being shot) so the only chance I will have to see them is if I happen to travel to their cities. 

Retirement was never on my mind in my 40s, but with just a few years, it is now a reality. I am not prepared for it. I never imagined myself retiring and i have an unfortunate view of the/my future that I think retirement will be painful, challenging and lonely so I don't long for it. I once thought I would work until I die, but I have adjusted my expectations as I have aged.I expect I will be forced to retire because my mind and/or body will give out and I will need step aside to make room for someone who can teach and research and guide young people.

I have thought about going on a talk circuit and still being active by doing freelance work in different ways as a way to finance travel through my later years. But climate change and the uncertainty of the future is blocking my planning -  will there be travel bans and boycotts of Americans, will I be able to afford the carbon tax for unnecessary travel, will there be too many wars for travel to be desirable. I should plan for this anyway so I have something to possibly do that gives me joy. Another thing I should plan for is to make sure I see my friends as much as I can before they retire and things change. 
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Hello from Malmö. I'm here for about 10 days because my PhD student is defending her dissertation on Friday and colleagues are coming in on Wednesday and Thursday for research talks. It's not worth it to come to Europe for less than a week, so I left the US on Friday to arrive Saturday and will be returning on Sunday next, making this a 10 day trip.

While I am here, I like to do things that I cannot do easily in Maryland. Today that included going to see a film at a local theatre that was mostly in Danish, but also in Swedish and English and was subtitled in Swedish. The longer I live outside of Sweden, the less opportunity I have to listen to and use Swedish, and even while I lived here, my Swedish conversation skills were never very high. So this is a great way to practice listening to Swedish (or reading Swedish) and working on my comprehension skills with immediate feedback.

The film I just saw is called Möte in Rom in Swedish, which translates into something like "Meeting in Rome". It followed a Danish couple traveling to Rome to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary. This was a romantic comedy+drama, so it included ridiculous elements like the husband having stomach issues that led to him being arrested after taking a dump in the Trevi fountain as a result of eating a steak and drinking red wine while his wife slept with her old Swedish flame who had been her art teacher more than 40 years prior.

On a linguistic level, it was fun to hear both Danish and Swedish and to read the subtitles to see what I got and also to hear the differences between Danish and Swedish. Since it was based in Italy, there was also a lot of Switching to English when the non-Italian speaking Danish character needed to do something. This also allowed me to read the Swedish translation of the English. 

Some things I observed:

1. I would say I understood 75-80% of the Swedish subtitles. This meant I understood the film and got a lot of the jokes.
2. There was a language joke where the Danish wife/lead female character was making a joke about some Italian soccer players based on how the plural was formed in Italian. I don't know Italian, but I studied Latin in high school and the formation of the plural matched. 
3. May age and my soon to be 17 year marriage to my husband made me sob at the toast the husband gave to his wife in a mixture of English and Danish. 
4. My soon to be 51 years on this earth (as of Tuesday) made me feel very sentimental about the love the husband held for his wife even after she cheated on him with her old Swedish flame (her former art instructor by whom she had gotten pregnant and had an abortion leading to lifelong infertility) in Rome.
5. There were a lot of digs at Swedes since this was coming from the Danish perspective. It's kind of an in-joke thing and I enjoyed that I understood some of this. It's a little like how Minnesotans and Iowans regularly take the piss out of each other but to people not from Iowa or Minnesota, this can seem weird and obscure because seriously, what's the difference between Minnesota and Iowa (LOL!).
6. There were a lot of touching things about this film even though it concerned infidelity and deceit and love and a lot of absurdity. I laughed along with the everyone else there which meant I was following the main points. But when I looked around at the audience, I saw not a single young person. There were a lot of people who I would consider older than me who came with a friend or partner and had mobility issues or who just looked older - like the main characters of the film. This story was not about young love. It was about older love and the tragedy and comedy (from a European angle) that underlies these relationship. The older people who watched and laughed is the demographic I belong to now. I may be on the younger range of the spectrum, but this story is about people like me.
7. The perspective of the story that dealt with a woman going back to a place she had lived in and studied at in her youth made me think of the richness of my past and the places that I have been. I have been so fortunate. I am still fortunate. I wish more people could have or could have had this experience wherever in the world it might take them. 
8. This made me think of my undergraduate years and my study and work abroad apportunities in Berlin, Paris and London when I was between the ages of 19-22. I do not want to go back to meet with old lovers from that time (there was really only one) and I have had the chance to visit all those cities much later. What a gift.

My life has been so very full. 
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I am had my first ever skin cancer screening and am SO HAPPY to report that I do NOT have cancer. I have two major risk factors:

  1. I spend a lot of time in the sun running. I do use sunscreen and I avoid burning! But I do get a lot of sun. 
  2. My mother has genetic melanoma and is alive because her treatments have kept ahead of the cancer. This puts me at increased risk for melanoma.


I have never had a skin cancer screening before and I didn't really know how to start doing one, but this was one of my major tasks this year of being 50 that I had put off due to living in Sweden (and learning to manage a different healthcare system) and then the pandemic. I felt a lot of stress this morning because I have a mole on the back of my leg that is odd-shaped, tan and textured. It has been there a while, but after learning that most melanoma in women is found on the back of their legs, I was anticipating a biopsy today. This was not necessary. The nurse practitioner who checked me named the exact type of mole it was and said these were not cancerous and were not likely to become so.

My other many moles are pretty old and established and haven't changed and none were questionable. She cleared me for another year, but I chose to make an appointment in six months. I think I should be careful and things in the body can change faster as we get older.

I do, however, have a lot of sun damage from all my running. This makes me sad because I know I have not used sunblock enough and also that my desire to push myself to run marathons means I am exposing myself to a lot more sun than someone with other types of hobbies. It is aging me and puts me at increased risk of skin cancer. It's funny how unhealthy even exercising can be.

Nevertheless, I am really happy not to need any biopsies and I am proud of myself for taking this step finally. On to the next challenge - finally getting a primary care physician...

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