My early up-close-and-personal experience with Alzheimer's was when my mother-in-law Bea Lerner called at 3am to complain about a strange man in her house. My wife and life-partner, Trish, and I immediately went there to find only one man in the house, her husband. When asked about a strange man, Bea pulled us aside and carefully pointed to her husband, saying "that's the strange man, he's nice but I don't know him". After that, the powerful pull of the Alzheimer's downward spiraling trajectory never let up.
