It’s Alzheimer’s Awareness Month.
I could spout off facts for you, if you want, or I can send you over to the Alzheimer’s Association’s site. They do a much better job.
I could tell you how it’s affected my family, but I’ve done that. In fact, you can read the most recent example here.
I could tell you how I used to do crossword puzzles a lot and want to start again, because I think the longer I can try and keep my mind sharp, the better off I will be when I’m older – maybe I won’t get it or maybe I’ll get it really late in life.
I could tell you how whenever I learn something new, I make a mental note to test myself on it in a week or two. Or how I’m incapable of living without lists and planners – which actually may be more OCD than anything.
I could tell you how I want to fix it, stop it, change it, do something, anything to make sure no one would ever have to deal with this disease.
I could tell you how we walked. And how we’re going to walk again next year and the year after that and the year after that.
I could tell you how this is one of a few causes I’ve come to care about in recent years and how I will do my damnedest to try and find ways to help more, do more.
Or I could tell you that by reading this, you’re now that much more aware. And that’s part of what this month’s all about, right?