My Godmother (basically, my second mom) was just diagnosed with early-stage Alzheimer's. My heart is broken. She is the most lively, vivacious person I've ever known and my family is devastated. She's the kind of person who would spend her whole paycheck buying coats for poor kids. I know what's ahead, and I'm angry about what this cruel disease is about to do to her. Dear God, I hope she doesn't get the violent behaviors, swinging and kicking, spitting and biting. Yes, I know I'm in the stages of grief, and right now I'm angry. I know life isn't fair, I know we're only one of millions of families dealing with the same thing. And so very, very sad for her, that she'll slowly lose herself as the faces of her family and friends become strangers. Losing one's body to disease is bad enough, but when you don't even have your memories and thoughts to comfort you, that's just too cruel. Thanks for letting me vent. I can't unload on my family, I don't want to share my fears with them, because if they know what I know, it will scare the he-ck out of them. How the day will come and she'll stare and not know us, or worse, spout venemous words of anger that come from places we can't recognize. How she'll wander around, asking the same questions hundreds of times. How she might become like a child, crying over fears and shadows we can't see. Why can't we,in our delirium, go to a happy place where everything is sunshine? No, it's always some dark and scary place to which the mind wanders. Expletive.