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Charlie Bleecker's avatar

Ugh, this is so heart-wrenching and scary.

When I was pregnant with my son, I sat in my bed one evening reading a book. I was more than halfway through. I knew all the characters and the story and the plot. But I started the chapter and didn't recognize any of the names. I was so confused, I must have skipped ahead. So I went back to the previous chapter, then the next, then the next. I went all the way back to the beginning of the book, and that's when I really got scared, because all of it was foreign. I didn't recognize any of the characters' names. I shut the book and waited for my husband to get home from his walk. He came up to me beside the bed and told me he ran into our neighbor, the one with the friendly dog we liked. He said their names—Theresa and Sunshine. I stared at him, knowing I should know who he was talking about by the look on his face, but having absolutely no idea who Theresa and Sunshine were. We both got scared and went to the Emergency Room. By the time I arrived my memory was back. I remembered our neighbors' names, and the next day, I went back to where I was in my book. The amnesia was brief, maybe thirty minutes, but reading this post brought me back to it. Such a scary disease.

Matt Cyr's avatar

Thank you Rachel for writing this. So sorry to hear Alzheimer’s has been a part of life your family has had to navigate. This was a wonderful post. Really enjoyed the balance of story and science in this one. The title is perfect.

One of the hardest things I’ve seen through two parents (MIL with Alzheimer’s, she lived with us for ~6 months before agreeing to go to a memory care facility, and my own mother with LB dementia) is how unforgiving it is on family members. As the patients lose themselves, often times loved ones lose their own sense of self, portions of it at least, trying to care for them. It is the ultimate test of saving someone who’s drowning, which, in the water, sometimes also results in the rescuer drowning. My only advice for people is to try and make yourself as healthy as you can before the storm, physically, mentally, in your relationships, in your faith, if that’s a part of your life. That part of your essay genuinely made me smile, about the connections we make in our brains, and less scientifically, in our hearts, to help stave off or slow the effects. I saw Still Alice before my MIL and mother were diagnosed. I should read the book at some point but my memories of the film, significant sadness at the time, now seem quaint as I look back on it. Reading about the end of the book here in this post helped provide some hope at a point where I don’t feel or find much in that disease. Appreciate what you bring to your writing on here. 🙏

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