It runs in my family and if you are reading this it probably runs in yours.  Of course, that’s like a fortune teller’s guess in that it’s right most of the time.  By some estimates more than half of us will have Alzheimer’s or some other form of dementia if we manage to live past 85 years of age.

Personally, if it happens to me I hope it’s after I’m 85.  The problem is that it tends to start earlier than that in my family.  My grandmother was 70 when her memory began to falter and her stories would repeat.  My mom was only 58.  The disease is sobering, but early onset is tragic.

A few years ago I was sifting the chaff of the internet and found a study showing a promising treatment for Alzheimer’s so I clicked through.  I can understand enough biology and chemistry to follow along (though sometimes the journey is fog shrouded) and thanks again to the internet I can look up pretty much everything I don’t understand and I’m happy to do it because I really enjoy learning.  Thus commenced my research into the research.  A nearly daily trip […]