Flipped on PBS last night and got sucked into watching The Forgetting: A Portrait of Alzheimer’s. Scary stuff.
There is Alzheimer’s in my family as well as Kelly’s. I figure I’d rather get hooked up to a suicide machine than become a burden on my family. Kelly says the same. That’s the only time I’d be willing to pull the plug on myself, I think.
In the words of Dan Quayle, “What a terrible thing to have lost one’s mind. Or not to have a mind is very wasteful. How true that is.”