Add me to the Dodgy Knee Club 
My theory on housing, for what it's worth, is to remember that sickness and disability can strike in a moment so always plan to be in a place you can look after for the rest of your life, should that happen.
I thought I'd done just that until my landlord who had promised 'tenancy for life' changed the rules.
Doodle Its not all bad luck in my life, far from it.
I have the most wonderful son nearby; I had a very, very happy Christmas Day and Birthday and now that it looks as if I have to move DS2 is being as supportive as always.
I have the dear wee granddaughter who loves me as well.
DS1 as you know, is bringing the Good News of Internet and technology to rural Australia.
So be assured I feel myself to be a very lucky woman indeed and as soon as I have had this Needs Assesment, I'll know what the future holds (apart from the inevitable fall off the end of the conveyor belt!) and feel calmer.

Meanwhile, we are having wonderful summer, the cicadas are deafening, the birdsong lifts my spirits. I have a safe and lovely home and no financial worries (only have my pension but it's adequate for my meagre needs. I don't crave luxuury)
Even my eyesight, almost non-existent now, gives me a good excuse not to go anywhere I don't wish to - and I have lovely homecare workers who do my housework and shop for me. It's like having domestic staff 
So when things go just a little bit pearshaped, its having all these benefits behind me that help me deal with them.
I know I moan a bit about some of the things I don't have or can't do but it doesn't last long, I'm back on an even keel pretty soon.