When I was very young, I used to hear about my grandfather's mother, or Nana as we used to call her. There were a number of times where my parents, particularly my Grandad, would be upset when talking about her. As I grew older, I heard more about her slow deterioration, how eventually she went from a nurturing woman, to someone who recognised no familiar faces, was convinced people were out to get her, and was scared all the time.

A few years ago, my Grandad was formally diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. Whilst he is still in the early stages, I dread the day he won't just laugh off his forgetfulness, but will instead not laugh, but be terrified that he may have forgotten something crucially important, and soon not recognise any of those dear to him.

Research into Alzheimer's has come a long way since the passing of my great grandmother, but I want to help people like my Grandad out, helping to fund the research so that his forgetful moments are but that, just moments, not losing days, weeks, or even years at a time. I would like to, if you'll pardon the pun, forget about his memory problems, knowing that one day others will not have to go through similar fear.