There are two kinds of Baby Boomers.
One set has spouses, middle-aged children, and/or relatives who provide a support system. Not that the middle-aged children relish getting a call that their mom or dad has been taken to the hospital. But they show up.
The pace of the second decade of the 21st century is frantic. Increasingly, the request for help is experienced as an annoyance. So the support system is imperfect. I noticed that when I resided in senior housing in Bella Vista, New Haven, Connecticut. Relationships seemed fine until a serious health problem emerged.
The other set are those of us "who have no one." Family relations have gone sour. Or there is simply no one left on this side of the daisies to even be there in an emergency. What we are doing is forming informal survival networks. That represents a pooling of resources.
At Bella Vista, the network member with the car provided the transportation to the doctors' offices. The one with professional links clued us in about paid telecommuting assignments such as polling. The nurturing presence was the person we went to for tea and sympathy. It worked out just fine.
Here in Tucson, Arizona, I bunk in a diverse residential complex. But there are enough of us Baby Boomers to provide what is needed to put together a survival network.
One man listens. Then gives just enough advice.
I am the one with the car. Yesterday I picked up a member at the hospital, swung by a Medicare office where he straightened out coverage issues, and drove by the pharmacy.
Another member has her finger on the pulse of all those contract assignments @$10 an hour.
No question, we also have to find an attorney to be in charge of our affairs, including DNR orders. But day-to-day we "who have no one" manage to have someone we can depend on.