Alzheimer’s is no joke. It is a sad horrible disease that begins to erase the memory, slowly but surely, with a broad brush that wipes away what is real, with no set course. There is no cure. There is hope and brevity and medication to lessen the effects of what is going to happen. But it will happen. And there is no cure.
A relative, so very close and loved in our family, has been diagnosed with early-stage Alzheimer’s. And it still hasn’t really registered. Those bouts of forgetfulness that were just to attributed to his particular personality…they are real. And they have a name: Alzheimer’s.
We don’t know the speed of progression that this disease will take; we only know that it’s happening. And that we can’t stop it.
There are many websites to find information, to gleam that nugget of real hope. To read other people’s stories and to believe in one another. And to pray, that one day they’ll find a cure. One day they’ll say drink this, and like Alice, everything will be back to normal.
One day they’ll say, here’s your family member back, safe and sound.