A degree of remorse.

I probably have more empathy. For someone with Alzheimer’s. Than for an alcoholic. And why is that? Maybe because an alcoholic has a way out. A possibility of recovery from his/her disease. Yes, an option. To get reasonably well again. Mentally and physically and emotionally and practically. Of course, it takes internal wrestling. Soul-searching. A genuine effort. A willingness.. But with the Alzheimer-riddled, it’s another story. There’s no hope of recovery. Things keep getting worse and worse. It’s bad news. Right from the beginning. There’s no way out. A sense of hopelessness. No immediate cure. Indeed, that’s sad. Little wonder. I don’t feel the same degree of remorse. For the addict. For the alcoholic. --Jim Broede