I was in the doctor's office with my grandmother the day she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. I am still haunted by the look she had on her face when the doctor asked her to recall words that she had been told only five minutes earlier. Her countenance pleaded for help. She looked at me and my silence was a betrayal. I can't put into words how difficult the days were after that. She became someone I no longer knew, and eventually I was a stranger to her as well.
My grandmother is no longer trapped in that body, and I know that the next time she sees me we will both recognize each other. Until then I will help the fight in any way I can, in hopes that one day there will be a cure.
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