It’s the inflammation, stupid!
Last week, I met a wonderful lady with Alzheimer’s. So sweet, and pleasant, but she was about to move to an assisted living where her diabetes could be monitored during the day, and I could tell she was scared. I mentioned to her daughter that moving to an assisted living facility was going to be scary because–well, just imaging waking up in the dark and not knowing where you left your shoes, where the bathroom is, or if there is anyone else in the room! Then I asked her how she felt about her Alzheimer’s. (more…)
