They call Alzheimer’s disease the never-ending funeral.
They aren’t kidding. My grandmother entered the initial stages of it around 1992 or 1993, struggled along for another half-decade before eventually having to go into a nursing home in the autumn of 1998.
She spent the next decade there, mostly in the same bedroom, atrophying a little bit more each day, cell by cell, atom by atom, until finally dying in June 2008.Effectively one fifth of...
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