A stapler


This is what is so heartbreaking about Alzheimer’s. I almost lost it for a minute tonight when I saw this reminder that my mom–a very intelligent woman who worked in computer security for the IRS in the 1980s–declined to the point where she had to write notes so she could remember that this object was a stapler. And this was three years ago when she was still living at home and hiding the symptoms more or less successfully. Suffice to say things are much worse now.

You don’t realize quite how nasty this disease is until someone close to you has it.