If you’ve been a reader of mine for at least 9 months, or if you’ve known me personally for a long time, you know that both of my paternal grandparents were diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. And earlier this year, my grandfather passed away from complications associated with Alzheimer’s.
Alzheimer’s sucks. My daughter has grown up knowing that even though two of her grandparents loved her very much, they didn’t really know who she was – half the time they thought she was me. The hugs and the kisses were still doled out lavishly, but she couldn’t share with them her triumphs or her life experiences because she’d have to tell them all over again the next time she saw them – or in the next few minutes.
Alzheimer’s sucks. I couldn’t share with my grandparents the joy I’d found when I was dating Brad or explain to them that my pregnancy was not my own – because they wouldn’t remember. I learned that it was better for all involved if little white lies were told instead of telling the truth and either seeing confusion or heartache.
Alzheimer’s sucks. While I have a housemate who is the same age as my grandparents and I see her enjoying a life rich with friends and alumni associations and family, my grandmother is disappearing, robbed of her memories and personality.
On Saturday, November 16, my parents, my daughter, and I are participating in the Walk to End Alzheimer’s event at Anaheim Stadium. The walk is raising money to fund research for treatments and a cure for Alzheimer’s and to raise money for care education support and resources for more than 5 million people who are currently suffering from Alzheimer’s. I would love to receive your donation in support of my walk, in support of research and in support of finding a cure.
Because Alzheimer’s sucks.