It's going on 5 years since I was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. I still function pretty well but I know things are not right and I'm beginning to drift a bit. Jane can really see it and would probably reject the 'a bit' part of that statement.
I've nearly stopped writing. I have no creative juices left and set around a great deal, staring at the wall. My head feels like it is stuffed with wadded-up paper.
I suppose I've been fortunate to have done so well for this long. I haven't given up yet. For all you old timers who have followed me along, hang in there. I still have a story to tell. It may be badly told, but be patient with me.