Makes me think of the smoker who didn't quit after the mini-stroke, didn't quit after the COPD, didn't quit after they needed to be put on oxygen, didn't quit after the first lung cancer surgery, and is now crying because they've been told they have six months to live -- and are lighting up because at this point it honestly doesn't make a difference.
She won't lose weight after the loss of mobility, she won't lose weight after the high blood pressure, she won't lose weight after the cellulitis, she won't lose weight after the lymphedema... Whatever, it's too late now. Eat another pint of brownie batter.