My sister, who is 15 years older than I am, was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease in November 2005 at the age of 53. This news was devastating to the entire family, especially me. My mother passed away before Alzheimer's could fully take her life in 1998 (she died from a pulmonary embolism), but she went into deep depression a year prior and was having severe memory loss.
My sister is the last person I expected to get this disease. Prior to the diagnosis, she was an outgoing, humorous woman who had sacrificed a lot over the years as a medic in the ‘80s and in doing other things for her family. She has adult children who face many obstacles. Watching her go through this breaks my heart.
For now, she still knows all of our names and calls me by the nickname she crowned me with when I was a baby. She has episodes where she gets upset and violent, but the medication helps a little bit. I fill her heart and soul with prayers constantly. I know it will get worse as time goes on, but I will do whatever I can to help fight Alzheimer's disease. I hate this disease and want a cure.