Alzh. I cannot yet write that awful word in its entirety. I do not yet want to come to terms with it. It’s too real. It’s headed my way. It’s mine to deal with in its inevitability, its finality.
It’s me. Alzheimer’s.
There, I’ve written it while I still can.
Anne Rokeach has always loved the magic of words. Thanks to the programs of Upstate New York library systems, she has started putting them together in story form.
I’m sorry for your eels and sorrow.
Brilliant beacon to the dimming lights!
Let’s pray some of the new research and treatments makes these words more a reflection of the past than the cut, similar to polio
Very touching!