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Grandchildren

I was still very young when I first decided to pursue a career in medicine. My early experiences helped me grasp the importance of what I might accomplish if I could succeed at practicing medicine with compassion. I can still recall, at the age of nine, with sleepy eyes, taking my post for the night. It was my turn to sleep on the floor at the door to Great Grams’ room and to sound the alarm if she should try to escape.

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Hello my name is Jacque,

I am 19 years old, & I want to share my story about my best friend G.G. A.K.A. Gang-sta Granny, or LeWanda.  

My Grandmother was so instrumental in my life, she taught me the importance of reading at the young age of 4. She would tell the story of many books, she taught me how to use phonic form of reading, she was my biggest fan, as I would have her sit and watch me roll play Being my favorite (at that time) Brittany Spears, we took long, long walks, She helped raise me as my mother was a singel parent. 

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I loved my nanny so much. She was warm and cozy and always smelled like the perfect mix of flowers and ivory soap. She was constantly feeding me, hugging me and making sure I was warm (socks were required even in the middle of July). She was classy and reserved and beautifully dressed. She was sneaky too. She would slip me $100 bills whenever I was home from college and would make me promise not to tell anyone. She would tell my brother and I both separately that we were her favorite grandchild but would always later deny it when we tried to make her choose.

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My husband’s paternal grandparents were diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in 2010 after years of exhibiting signs.  More than losing their home and their independence, they lost themselves piece-by-piece as our family looked on, aching to stop the process.  Alzheimer’s is often called a “family disease,” and I can attest to the truth of this label—Alzheimer’s has devastated our family.  Last year, I was looking for ways to get active and participated in The Walk to End Alzheimer’s in Portsmouth, New Hampshire.  With the support of friends and family, I was able

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I'll never forget the moment when I realized my grandmother no longer knew who I was. It was a beautiful day in March. I was proudly showing my Grandmother my report card. Suddenly she turned to me and asked: "Excuse me, where is your family?" I looked at her, not quite believing what I had heard. "You are my family," I said. "You’re my Grandmother. You're right here." For every child of a parent or grandparent with Alzheimer's, that reality is a devastating one.

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Do you know what your grandfather looked like as a young man? Would you like to read – in his own words- about the smell of the apple orchard where he met your grandmother? What he felt when he first saw her, the color of her eyes, where they went on their first date? How about his long dangerous voyage from his homeland – how he felt when he stood on the deck of the ship and saw America for the first time? These are the details that slip through our fingers as history is passed from one generation to the next.

But not anymore.

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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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"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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My name is Tracey Crosby. Let me tell you about this disease and how it has affected me. My grandma was my world from the time I was 2 until this disease took her from me. I was her 3 grandchild ( 4 in total). All the other kids where my grandpa's buddies, but where ever grandma was found I was with her. We spent many summers going to garage sales, fishing, cooking the fish, mowing the yard, watching Wheel of Fortune, doing cross-word puzzles and attending church every Wed. night, Sunday morning and Sunday night.

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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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