In case I forget...

My daughter's friend's father was diagnosed with Alzheimer's last year. He started to forget things, like appointments, and what he had said to the children, and certain basic errands like getting groceries.

It is sad for the child to be facing this situation, and eventually his father may forget about the people whom he love. I do not know much about Alzheimer's disease and how it affects the individual (except that he becomes forgetful); neither do I know about the long term effects (e.g. does it affect other bodily functions? or how does the person feel when he had forgotten everything (or most things)?) but my great grandmother was nyanyuk- this was probably the closest encounter that I may have had with this condition. 

I remembered during my school holiday visits she would greet me and we would have a long conversation about where I studied, how school was, my friends, my teachers, my mom dad and siblings, the whole works... only to be asked the very same question(s) just a few minutes later.

Was that Alzheimer's? I don't know. In the 80s this 'condition' was just vicissitudes of life, so they say.

Part of my plan to record my experiences and share it with the world. In order to remember. Will I be forgetful one day? I am already quite forgetful and hubby reminds me so often of it. He forgets some things too and we would have a 'conversation' about how this causes miscommunication... but I do love him to pieces and do not like to get into the debate of the "you don't remember, do you?" sort.

This blog is also one avenue to capture my memories. Lest I forget.

UPDATE [6 Oct 2020]: I had wanted to post the same exact thing today, but paused for a while and just browsed for older entries. Lo and behold, here it is! Sometimes I get rescued by my instincts. Or is it just me being repetitive (a lecturer's trait)?