My friend who’s been dealing with heart problems and just had cancer surgery on her face approached me in church on Sunday. “You’ve heard that fifty is the new forty and sixty is the new fifty? Well, eighty is the new eighty.”

The man sitting next to her chuckled and moved his walker to one side. I laughed as I sat down—the pain in my hip was at that moment killing me.

“What did she say?” my man asked, his hand cupped behind his ear.

“She said it’s hell getting old.”

My man nodded, b...