My Mom, Diane was officially diagnosed in late 2016 and she was so angry.  She knew what was ahead of her and what she was going to lose to this horrible disease.  With everything that she lost she still had her smiles, strength and beauty.  As her fulltime caretaker we got to spend the last 2 years together laughing, crying, smiling, and making me lots of memories.   With all the changes, good and bad, together we got through it.  A challenging role if there ever was one.  Too watch your parent fight something you know they can't win......Breaks the heart and can leave the soul shattered.

My Mom fought a hard battle these last 2 years, to loose her fight at 76 years young is crazy.  She was so healthy, and this disease came along and took her before her time.  Took her memories, her independence, her thoughts, her abilities and her dignity.  

This disease, it affects everyone, no matter race, religion or sex.  It takes everything from you and your family.  There is no escaping the diagnosis, no cure, no help (currently), nothing but knowing what lies ahead, and no time frame.  It is a waiting game.   

We need so much more research, to try to find a cure or a way to help those diagnosed early.  Maybe nothing will ever stop it, but maybe we can find a way to slow this disease.

With everything - THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!