Empathy. Empathy. Yes, I have empathy for the
Alzheimer-riddled. Maybe slightly more so than for people afflicted with other
maladies. Such as alcoholism and depression. I draw a line. Because those with
Alzheimer’s are fated to bleak futures. No recovery. Their conditions will
steadily worsen. There’s no cure. No hope. But for the alcoholic and the depressed,
there’s a decent chance for recovery. Yes, my friend Julie. If she put her mind
and soul to it. Could recover. Fully. And lead a healthy and happy and
productive life again. Julie has a
choice. To go in for effective treatment. For the cure. Her parents didn’t have
such an opportunity. They went the Alzheimer way. To slow, lingering deaths. Makes
me wonder, Julie. Why are you waiting? You
know what you have to do. --Jim Broede
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