I watched my mom succumb to the ravages of Alzheimer’s disease.
It’s not a pretty sight. It’s sad enough to watch a family member, particularly your mom, loose all recognition of her offspring and loved ones — in my case there was a distinction.
Then, the autonomous functions of the brain start to shut down and the body, even though the patient receives nutrients by eating or intravenous feedings, simply can’t process said nutrients, which pass through the ever-weakening body.
Her skin resembled tissue paper toward the end, and you could almost see the decaying organs.
I participated in multiple Memory Walk events at the Dallas Zoo to help raise money for medical research to find a cure for this bad-boy disease — which, if I remember the doctors’ explanations, cannot be definitively diagnosed while the patient is alive because the only accurate measure comes from a sampling of brain tissue.
The walks though, were not competitive sports. I’m not even sure there was a set path to follow through the zoo. We just kind of wandered around and looked at the animals for a while, then caught the train back to Mockingbird Station.
So far this year, the game has raised more than $121,000, and hat’s off ladies.