Shed a little light...
I hate this disease. This will Grandparent number two, whom I will have to witness take that long and despicable descent into cognitive failure. I will slowly watch my Nonna lose memories, recede further and further into her past, and eventually lose her essence... the vast breadth of experiences and thoughts and knowledge that she once held slowly and insidiously trickling into nothing. I will one day look at her, and have her ask if she knows me. This woman who taught me how to knit, how to crochet, how to love, how make cavatelli, how to cheat at cards-- she will ask me one day who I am. She won't remember.
I hate this disease. Alzheimer's robs people of themselves... It's not fair, you know. The doc said to lose weight and watch her heart. And she did. The doctor told her to she had to eat carrots and stop sewing/knitting/crocheting at night because of her eyes. And she did. She has her heart, and her legs, and her eyes, and she is physically healthy... but she can't remember what she ate two minutes ago. Sometimes she looks up and wonders why Italy looks different.
I hate this disease. Right now is the worst part. She's knows that something is wrong. She understands that she isn't remembering people... she knows, and she is fighting with her own mind. This is the part I hate the most. The part where she is hurting because she still has some cognition left. The part where she feels angry, and guilty, and hurt by what she can't recall. I hate watching her hurt. I want to make her better.
Well, apparently I am not the only one who has experienced this... and thank whatever divinity exists that Li-Huei Tsai is smarter than me. She is doing something. It's just research right now, but it's promising. Maybe soon no one else will have to watch this again.
Alzheimer's Memory Loss May One Day Be Reversible
I hate this disease. Alzheimer's robs people of themselves... It's not fair, you know. The doc said to lose weight and watch her heart. And she did. The doctor told her to she had to eat carrots and stop sewing/knitting/crocheting at night because of her eyes. And she did. She has her heart, and her legs, and her eyes, and she is physically healthy... but she can't remember what she ate two minutes ago. Sometimes she looks up and wonders why Italy looks different.
I hate this disease. Right now is the worst part. She's knows that something is wrong. She understands that she isn't remembering people... she knows, and she is fighting with her own mind. This is the part I hate the most. The part where she is hurting because she still has some cognition left. The part where she feels angry, and guilty, and hurt by what she can't recall. I hate watching her hurt. I want to make her better.
Well, apparently I am not the only one who has experienced this... and thank whatever divinity exists that Li-Huei Tsai is smarter than me. She is doing something. It's just research right now, but it's promising. Maybe soon no one else will have to watch this again.
Alzheimer's Memory Loss May One Day Be Reversible