There\u2019s a moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A name escapes the lips.
A key turns in the wrong door.
A birthday once held in the heart is now a mystery in the mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first, it’s just a slip.
But soon, the slips become gaps\u2014
and the gaps?
A canyon where memories used to live.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This is dementia<\/strong>. It walks softly at first, Then it digs deeper. In some, it comes dressed as Alzheimer\u2019s<\/strong>, Sometimes, it dances with hallucinations<\/strong>, It is not simply forgetting. Families become caretakers. Yet amidst the fade, there are flickers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A favorite song that brings back a smile. There is no cure<\/strong>, not yet. Because dementia is not just about memory loss. Let us not forget those who are forgetting.<\/strong> There\u2019s a moment. A name escapes the lips.A key turns in the wrong door.A birthday once held in the heart is now a mystery in the mind. At first, it’s just a slip.But soon, the slips become gaps\u2014and the gaps?A canyon where memories used to live. This is dementia.Not a single disease, but a thief with […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":471,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"sfsi_plus_gutenberg_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_show_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_type":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_alignemt":"","sfsi_plus_gutenburg_max_per_row":"","gutenify_custom_css":"","gutenify_custom_css_data":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[36,6,33,35],"class_list":["post-467","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blog","tag-dimentia","tag-health","tag-holistic-life","tag-labs-near-me"],"yoast_head":"\n
Not a single disease, but a thief with many masks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
stealing short-term memories\u2014
where you placed your glasses,
why you walked into a room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It rewrites the past.
Loved ones become strangers.
Home begins to look like somewhere else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the slow unravelling of identity.
In others, it marches in with a stroke,
leaving behind vascular scars<\/strong> on the brain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
as in Lewy body dementia<\/strong>,
or silences the voice and stirs the soul,
as frontotemporal<\/strong> types often do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It is the undoing<\/em> of who someone has been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Daughters become mothers to their mothers.
Sons read old letters aloud, hoping the sound will stir something\u2026 anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A childhood story that finds its way back through the fog.
A laugh. A tear. A hand held in silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But science is fighting back.
New treatments emerge, slowing the steps of this silent storm.
Awareness grows.
Support systems rise.
And most importantly\u2014humanity listens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It’s about the soul trying to stay present in a world that keeps slipping away.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Their story is still being written\u2014even if they can no longer read it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"