My mother lost her baby sister this morning to Alzheimer's. I'm not sure why I'm writing. The whole thing is just incredibly sad, and frustrating, given that it's hard not to think that, maybe – maybe – something could have been done, a while back at least, and wondering whether I should have pushed harder to encourage lifestyle and dietary changes. The choices faced by caregivers (as a nephew I was not really part of the caregiver team) is such a delicate matter that I always felt that "pushing", in any way, is the last thing I should do. And when the patient herself repeats, every time one talks to her, "I just want to die", one gets a bit paralyzed. And then, when the disease has progressed to a fairly advanced stage, it really is more or less too late (at least with today's treatment options).
Anyway, I'm going to try to keep motivated to move the research forward, and, more immediately, to spread the word about what likely can be done now to keep people well (at least those who are not yet very far gone), and that involves, perhaps most importantly of all, spreading the word about the existence of this group. Thanks to everyone who's been advancing our mission here.