Ok. So I’m still thinking about Still Alice. The more I read last night, the more I wondered if I really am ready to read this book. The progress of the disease with Alice compared to amm is just too similar. Alice becomes disoriented while out for a run in a neighbourhood she has lived in for over 25 years. The buildings and streets were familiar to her but she couldn’t remember how to get home. She worries about this disorientation, but tells herself it’s just her getting older and maybe menopause. But  she does also question that maybe she really is losing her mind.

The first major symptom I noticed with amm was the weekend in March 2009 when she drove to Edmonton for the weekend. She was over an hour late and didn’t answer her cell phone. Once she arrived she just said she took a wrong turn and got lost, although she had been coming to my house for almost 5 years. But she too rationalized her ‘dizzy spells’ and being off-balance to new medication she was taking. Reading the thoughts and fears of Alice have made me question how amm really felt during those first few weeks of when the disease really began to take over. She must have been scared, not knowing what was happening to her, but feeling that she had to be brave for her family.

I remember talking to her on the phone while she was in the hospital in Saskatoon, just days before the diagnosis. She told me that she felt ok and everything was going to be fine. She had to have known things were more serious than that, but of course, she put her family before herself.