Yesterday the mail lady knocked on the door and when I answered it, she asked if I was able to sign for a certified letter. I said sure, I even tied my own shoes this morning. If I had a nickle for every time someone said, Harry you look great, I would still be broke. People just assume I dont feel good. I may not be dancing a jig but my bones are not cracking either. Im going to bite the next person that tries to pity me. Maybe I will learn to jump up and click my heals when I greet some one. Maybe I am giving Alzheimers a bad name. Im suppose to be miserable and lost in my thoughts but Im not. Maybe Im weird but I get the biggest kick out of seeing the expression on someones face after I tell them I was diagnosed over ten years ago with Alzheimers. I usually ask them if they are ok. We are a hardy bred, we are learning to fight off the effects of our disease and live a meaningful life. We are shattering the myths that go with our disease and feeling pretty darn good about it.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 15:05:55 +0000
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