I had a pretty idyllic childhood thanks to my grandmother. She was a constant even through the worst moments: losing her parents, including her mother to Alzheimer's, watching my uncle die a brutal and awful death from cancer, and taking care of and eventually placing her mother-in-law and aunt-in-law in homes.
Then there was a moment. I had just finished my BA and something happened that was very upsetting. I went to her house for complaining and comfort. But there was something just not quite right in her responses. She said the right things but was repetitive. It felt wrong. I knew then. I couldn't voice it, and she wasn't officially diagnosed until almost three years later, but I knew.
Eventually she had to be in a home for Alzheimer's, like her mother before her. In July of 2018 she died from heart disease. I suppose I'm lucky, because she still recognized me before the end. She knew that during her time in the home, her husband died. We didn't have to deal with the questions and confusion that so many others deal with. It was still horribly unfair. It's just not fair.
I walk to raise money for research, so that no else in the future has to go through what we did. I walk to raise money for advocacy, so that the government remains aware that this is a problem affecting millions and provides the federal funding necessary for this fight.
Nothing can stop the inevitability that we are all here for a short time. Alzheimer's didn't kill my grandmother. But Alzheimer's stole time that I can never ever get back. We don't fight against the natural end of life. We fight for quality in the time that we are given. That is stolen from too many families.
Join me and fight.
Thank you for helping advance Alzheimer's support, care and research.
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