Oh, my god. May Saturday come as quickly as possible, with as little misery as possible between then and now.

My grandmother was the same way about moving out of her house, except she didn't have dementia and they never got her to leave it, not even when she could have been living in the same building as my grandfather, who was in a dementia ward. Aside from native stubbornness, there are changes in the brain that happen at that age. Which is not much comfort when a cardiologist is telling her to call a lawyer WTF.