Tech Savvy Grandma: It’s Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks

My mother’s 90th birthday is today. I’m giving her an iphone. Shhh…it’s a surprise. Two years ago, I was cautioned by three different salespeople that smartphones are harder for the elderly to learn. She wants to text, and the ABC keyboard is cumbersome. I looked up how to key in spaces, and she used it once, but then forgot. I forgot, too.

It couldn’t be better timing. She’s in lockdown in a small assisted living center in western Wisconsin. We won’t be able to celebrate her milestone birthday with her, as planned, because of the COVID-19 pandemic. Everyone’s disappointed, but she is accepting.

This morning, we dropped off the largest decorated carrot cake our local bakery makes. Staff met my husband at the front door, took his temperature, and collected personal contact information. He waved to his mother-in-law through the window.

Mom celebrated her ninety years on this earth with fellow residents and staff while her family showered her with light and love from different cities, states, and countries. Could you feel it, Mom?

I’m hoping someone will take a picture of her—with her new phone. After they wash their hands for twenty seconds with soap, of course. And then we hope that one of the staff will show her how to Facetime her three remaining children, so that we can share in her spotlight. Afterwards, we might get a thank you or picture by text. That’s a lot to learn in one day, but she’s proved to be tech savvy and motivated. We all have to adapt to stay connected.

When it was still an option to fly, my brother gave her the choice. After explaining the risks of flying and exposing her, he asked, “Do you want us to come now, or stay home and fly up in the summer, if it’s safe then?” She chose to stack the odds in her survival.

“But what if she gets it anyway, doesn’t survive, and we missed the opportunity to see her?” we all ask each other. We may have regrets, but at least we won’t carry guilt.

In a phone call to Mom last week, I mention how Italy, overwhelmed with 6.7% deaths, has had to choose who to save and who to let die. “There aren’t enough ventilators or intensive care beds,” I say. “They can’t treat everyone.” And after a long pause, “They are expecting the same here.” The incidence rate over ten days is eerily predictive.

My mother listens and then says, “I’ve lived a long life, and if it’s my, or our, time to go, that’s in God’s hands, not ours.”

I’m relieved that she included me in her at risk profile. I felt validated.

I had just told my millennial-age son, “If they run out of ventilators, don’t save one for me.” The reality is that, even though I’m not yet 65, I’m high risk and a burden to the healthcare system. With an immune deficiency (I get intravenous immunoglobulin every three weeks), lifelong asthma, rheumatoid arthritis (I take three immunosuppressive drugs), two other autoimmune disorders, and several past pneumonias and repeated bronchitis episodes (all requiring month-long courses of high dose steroids), I don’t have high hopes for sneaking through this pandemic unscathed.

These are hard choices. And I wonder if I’ll really feel as convinced when face to face with such a decision. I want to stay alive for my family and my goals, but I’d rather they, or someone more likely to survive, get the ventilator. One of my sons is a childhood leukemia survivor, the other has asthma and selective immune deficiencies. As a former cancer and bone marrow transplant nurse, I know the risks to immune-compromised persons. I am familiar with reverse isolation to protect the patient and handling of biohazards to protect the staff. It’s a complicated, meticulous process of care that can’t be rushed, or worse, sacrificed.

In my memoir, Standing at Water’s Edge: Living Life After Facing Death, I write about how, through my four-year-old’s treatment for leukemia, I came to accept my vulnerability and limitations and let go of my expectations. My cancer patients, fellow parents, and friends taught me how to live in the moment, honor my feelings as much as my knowledge, and accept the uncertainty of life.

When faced with cancer, coronavirus, heart disease, or other life-altering and life-threatening illness, our survival instincts kick in and we are forced to face our mortality. It’s only after the “getting through” survival stage that we make sense of the experience and reflect on what it taught us. We can never go back to “before.” We move on, changed in some elemental way.

COVID-19 will change us. It threatens to be the pandemic of the twenty-first century, just as the Spanish Flu was for the twentieth century. My mother remembers her grandparents talking about how many died. “They already lived in isolation,” she said, “working the farm and land in rural western Wisconsin. They didn’t get sick.”

My mother gets it. If we all comply with social distancing and stay-at-home isolation (except for healthcare and essential workers), she has a better chance of celebrating her birthday with her family this summer, and even making it to her ninety-first.

Thank you for caring about everyone. We may feel isolated, but we are not alone.

May love and light surround you and protect you,



  1. Inge Biekert on March 21, 2020 at 2:03 pm

    Happy Birthday to your mom! And always intriguing to read your perspective on life.
    My hope is, too, that this being stopped in our tracks will lead to a better outcome for humanity and the planet.
    “It’s not about me, it’s about us” was a phrase that I came across lately. Let’s hope that this realization will trickle into the common consciousness.
    Stay healthy! 💞

    • Janice Post-White on March 21, 2020 at 2:11 pm

      Thanks for reading and commenting, Inge. Yes. Maybe “It’s not about me, it’s about us” is the lesson we learn. May it stay with us through generations to come 🙏.

  2. Laura Brown Olsen on March 21, 2020 at 6:14 pm

    Happy 90th Birthday Aunt Doris! Still beautiful as always!

  3. Becky Post on March 22, 2020 at 3:12 pm

    Hi Jan,
    My sister Connie sent me the link to this. It was great to see the photo of your mom with her large carrot cake, and I enjoyed reading your thoughts about all this, too. I loved the insightful comment about farmers living in isolation and not getting the Spanish flu. I hope that you and your siblings will all be able to visit your mom in the summer when, hopefully, the danger of this virus will be past. Greetings too all!

    • Janice Post-White on March 22, 2020 at 3:34 pm

      Thank you for reading it and sharing your thoughts, Becky. We are thinking of everyone, and hoping to reconnect in person with the Post family this summer. Blessings to all…

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