My Mother and Alzheimer\'s

The first revelation of something being amiss was in late 2005 when she began forgetting what my name was. I was very surprised at this to say the least, but as naïve as I was I said nothing, because of the assort I grew up perceive With old age comes forgetfulness. But, as clock progressed I spy her forgetfulness had gone to a all told new level. Simple business became difficult to complete. Objects and home thingummy were misplaced all everyplace the house. Priorities were forgotten. I soon began to cognize the strong, fun, pleasant grandm other I in one case knew was not front anymore. Something was turning her into a scared, paranoid, wandering, skinny, buckler of a woman. \nAlzheimers illness is a progressive sickness of the human brain that is characterized by impairment of memory and a disturbance in at least one other thinking function. Hearing those talking to as I sit down down in the loads office with Nana and commence confused me. All I could apprehen d was that a monstrosity was destroying my Nana and making her act this way. I can recall her as a child. She was the most fun, loving adult in my life. She could do it all, from picking me up from school, to dowery me with homework, to taking me out for ice-cream, or reading me bed snip stories. She did it all. She was like the mother I never had.\nAs time progressed the disease took a large toll on her. Our conversations were little and sweet because it consisted of a covey of repeating. Her activeness became very inactive. I was scared to talk to her and when I did it brought me to tears because I couldnt tolerate seeing her in such misery. It was evident that she was unhappy, which brought on a huge mental picture upon myself. This tragedy took over my life. wherefore was this happening to a mortal the least deserving? I was alone with my thoughts. I was no longer passionate round life. The comfort I once felt at home would be forever transfer because I knew I was los ing the best.\nAs I mature I ...