Featured Stories

  • Helen S. - He Would Want to be Counted

  • Linda S. - Forget Me Not Road Race

  • Tracey L. - Make Lemonade

  • Kim Y. - My Mom

  • Jay S. - My Mother's Story

  • Gary B. - Lost Identity

  • Darla M. - The Evil Witch in the Mirror

  • Robert F. - It's about My Dad

  • Allan S. - Onion Peels

  • Katherine C. - Whatever It Takes

  • Lisette C. - My Best Friend

  • Joyce H. - The Story of Edna P.

  • Max W. - From Child to Caregiver to Alzheimer's Researcher and Advocate

  • Enrique L. - U.S.M.C. Corporal

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When I first came to college in fall of 2010, I wasn't passionate about anything. I was living on a day-to-day basis. Some friends influenced me to rush a fraternity and that's when everything changed. Upon entering the Phi Gamma Delta Fraternity house, also known as Fiji, I came across a picture frame. Inside the frame was a bike jersey along with two pictures: one taken by the Pacific Ocean in California, and the other at the Atlantic in Virginia. A member of the fraternity noticed my interest and began telling me the story.

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My First memory of Alzheimer's disease is quite poignant and left an indelible mark in my mind as a child. We lived in California and our family traveled to Iowa for a family reunion. The main hallmark of this event was to visit my maternal great -grandmother for the first and last time. I had never met her, but I remember my mother looking forward to seeing her grandmother whom she had fond memories of. Mind you, this was not a visit, but a last farewell to a woman who meant a great deal to the family.

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Sons and DaughtersGrandchildrenActivists

I was nine years old when my Mom started the agency. That was 1992, twenty years ago.

She really had no money, and everyone had to pitch in. I remember she used to drive me to parking lots outside of expensive grocery stores and let me put brochures under the windshield wipers of good looking cars. That's how we got our first clients.

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"Plyometrics means jump training, we're talking lateral movement, forward movement, back and forward, up and down, all around, burning calories... this is x city." Where?

"Get your bucket ready..." What? What's the bucket for?

"Tip of the day, think like a cat. I want you to land softly." Mmm, okay yes, like a cat. Oh yea, I'm feeling this. I leap gently off my right foot and land softly on my left. And he said I'd need a bucket.

5 minutes later:
Wait, where'd this sweat come from?

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GrandchildrenActivists

The Ending Of Alzheimer’s Starts With You

You can’t go a few days without reading something in the news about Alzheimer’s.

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ActivistsGrandchildren

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.

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My Mother was larger than life. She embraced life with style and grace and passion. She was a fashion plate. She wore drop-dead hats with her signature pearls and had the glide of a woman who had won every dance contest. She could capture a room just by entering it.

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Sons and DaughtersActivists

I am the only child of a mother with Alzheimer’s. My maternal grandparents died of Alzheimer’s in the 1990′s. I am one of the worried well, with three daughters of my own that this disease will continue through the generations. My Grandfather was a graduate of Westpoint- retired as a Colonel in US Army. My Grandmother was a strong, vibrant woman – she lead the life of a military wife traveling the world and raising my beautiful mother. My Mother, what can I say. She was the most beautiful woman; strong, intelligent, savvy and full of love and adoration for her only child.

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Sons and DaughtersActivists

Alzheimer's is a cruel & tough disease due to the impact on the person, the family & caregivers. It wears you down, slowly takes away a loved one, steals your future & wipes out any financial security you may have in savings. A cure/prevention must be found or the impact to the American people will be devastating both emotionally & financially.

My mom has Alzheimer's. My aunt has Alzheimer's. An uncle died from Alzheimer's. Highly likely my grandmother had an undiagnosed dementia.

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My name is Michael Ellenbogen. I am a writer. I am a husband. I am a father. I was a high level manager. In 2008, at age 49, I was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease after struggling to get a diagnosis since my first symptoms at age 39. I was always very successful in being able to accomplish anything I set my mind on doing. This diagnosis has changed my life in many ways. When I finally received my diagnosis of Alzheimer’s it was a relief to have an answer that explained the symptoms I was seeing in myself.

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