Dental Dilemma Part II

My brother and I decided to go forward with the dental surgery (with fingers crossed).  Mom was accompanied to the surgeon's office by a very caring and genteel aide from the nursing home who was able to keep Mom calm and in good spirits even though she hadn't eaten breakfast.  My brother and I met them at the dental clinic and finally met with the dental team.  After much conversation and deliberation we decided to only extract the six broken teeth and leave Mom without a set of dentures.
Mom was compliant--she sat dutifully for X-rays and marveled at all the "fancy" equipment--she was a perfect patient!  She went back to the nursing home and was in relatively better spirits than I would ever be after six extractions. According to the nursing home nurses she is managing to eat, albeit a little less than usual, and not complaining about pain (remarkable!)
 
So now, here is where my shallowness comes to the surface.  We made a good medical decision with the dentists who said that she has no active infections and may be fine for many years with just her remaining teeth.  BUT, I can't handle seeing her without teeth!  She looks broken, or like a homeless person and I am waking in the night pondering this.  Ideally I would like her to have been fitted for dentures.  Ideally she would be able to adjust to them and actually wear them.  Ideally she would look more like the Mother that I've known for 63 years.  I see the broken teeth as a symbol of the other changes in her that are not visible.  I see the ravages of time and our inability to rewrite the script.
I see the dental dilemma as yet another battle lost.  Did we do right by our mother?  I hope so.  Of course we can always have the rest of her teeth extracted and try dentures at some point.  But for now I need to stop being shallow. Stop feeling self-conscious or guilty about her missing teeth.  I need to focus on the reasons for the decision and learn to live with it.