A Little Twisted

Dear SJG,
I'm feeling like a twisted challah of nerves. My 108-year-old Not-So-Great Auntie Gert is threatening to come to Rosh Hashanah dinner. I'm terrified she'll plotz before the brisket's sliced. Plus, I've already set the table and there's no room for her minyan of caregivers. Is there a diplomatic way to handle this delicate situation?
Thanks,
Yeast Likely to Rise to the Occasion

Dear Yeast Likely,
Cancel the dinner. Who needs the aggravation?
You're welcome,
The SJG