My mom has osteoporosis and her risk of falling is significant. Her doctor concluded a rollator was medically necessary and wrote a prescription for one.

We took the prescription to Walgreens and left with the rollator pictured here. Medicare paid for it because mom had a doctor’s prescription and thus a diagnosis of medical necessity.

She uses it all the time at home. It even doubles as a dumbwaiter.

But she will not take it outside. Pride is not the problem. She refuses to take it out because the wheels will get dirty and mark up her carpeting. Beige carpet, dirty wheels, I get it. But in my mind I’m screaming, “Wouldn’t you rather have dirty carpet than a broken hip?”

I think this is one of the most difficult aspects of caregiving: knowing which battles to fight and when and how to fight them.

Round one. I backed off and said nothing about the matter for more than a year. Then I raised it again, emphasizing my concern about a broken bone. She seemed willing to get a second rollator, except that she didn’t want to make a doctor’s appointment to get a prescription.

Round two. It’s extremely unlikely her doctor will write a prescription for a second rollator. It isn’t medically necessary, given that the first one is still fully functional. This means she’ll have to fork out around $100 to buy one, and that’s a sufficient reason — from her perspective — to forget the whole thing.

End game. I’m going to buy a rollator without asking her permission. It will live in the trunk of my car and never see the inside of her home.

Sigh. Got any battles you want to talk about?