Terry Pratchett wrote: “Alzheimer’s is a long, slow slide into oblivion with no brakes. If this were a paper journal, the ink would be running with tears. It’s a nasty disease, surrounded by shadows and small largely unseen tragedies.”
“Alzheimer’s is a long, slow slide into oblivion with no brakes. If this were a paper journal, the ink would be running with tears.”
The following description that I read somewhere, describes the process pretty well. Imagine a beautiful, perfect statue left out in the wind and rain for centuries to be worn away, until it only retains the shape of the person, without their individuality. That’s what Alzheimer’s did to my husband. It wore him away; took off all the sharp edges and crisp points that had made him my husband for over 50 years; the man who loved his family, his stamp collection, his work and his long walks, and turned him into a vague person. Fortunately, he retained his kind and loving nature and as amazing as it sounds, he continued to play bridge.