At least right now, unlike cancer there is no hope with Alzheimer's disease. When you get the diagnosis you know how the story ends.

Losses

I am lying here crying, alone with you beside me.
Crying for that little girl and the woman I am.
Covered with years and weighted down with words.
The little girl was happy, believing in Santa,
Till death do us part, and words like forever and always.
I am crying for her losses: Lost dreams, lost love, lost time, lost health, but most of all lost hope.

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