Alzheimer’s Is No Place for Sissies

About a year ago the neurologist told me I had Alzheimer’s. I had a hard time believing that because I suppose I didn’t want to believe it. I was healthy and strong with just a few indications affecting short-term memory, normal for a man of seventy.  My hair had not even turned gray.

However, as time progressed I accepted the diagnosis. At this time Alzheimer’s is more a nuisance than a problem but of course it will get worse.  At this time there is no cure and none is likely to be found in the time I have left.

There are many ways I could react to this problem. The way I have chosen is to write and to offer you a chance to comment on my descent into oblivion. The more the merrier

I am filling the home page here with short essays I have written over the course of my life and some written recently.  My life is an unfinished work as of yet.