A viewer wrote in this afternoon about Alzheimer's, with an especially poignant perspective:
My mother was diagnosed with this disease in her mid fifties, about the same age I was when stricken with early onset Alzheimers..I still remember how she gradually was reduced to a child, and then to just a body with no thought nor realization of the world around her. Frankly, I can accept the disease today. I can cope with its tricks and the slow price it extracts. What is so very difficult is knowing first hand what fate eventually will control me. I can put myself in that nursing home and in that unconscious state, curled into a fetal position. To me that is the most difficult aspect - knowing what will eventually happen, with no way of really stopping the progression.You can check out more on the disease at this link.
Hopefully, we will continue to learn more of the disease and address the social consequences - especially of the early onset variety. I have learned that a good sense of humor can be the best medicine. I can laugh at myself most of the time, and if I don't take myself too serious, my day generally goes better. I am also very grateful for my family and friends, who are very suppotive. It would be a terrible disease to wrestle alone.
And you can catch information on the latest research right here.