Halloween can be a stressful time of year for those who, like me, are fans of horror films
English: A participant of a Zombie walk, Asbury Park NJ, USA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
but also great big scaredy cats. So come October the 31st, after a movie marathon, you’ll most likely find me wide awake in bed in my 130 year-old flat, jumping at every creak and groan the decrepit pile of bricks makes. But there’s no real reason to worry, right? After all, we know that post-twilight era vampires are friendly, and
werewolves won’t be able to get through the front door, what with not having opposable thumbs. Anyway, there’s no full moon this Halloween, probably. But what about zombies? Surely the zombie apocalypse could never happen. Zombies don’t exist. Or do they?
Describe yourself to me in five words. I’m willing to bet that (once I’d eliminated all the rude and ‘witty’ responses) I could guess most of the things you would deem important enough to tell me. Name, age, occupation and sex are factors that most people use to define themselves. Arguably the most important of these is sex.
Let’s not beat about the bush – Alzheimer’s disease is a real bitch. The most common form of dementia, accounting for over 60% of dementia cases in the elderly, it’s estimated to affect more than 1 in 40 people over the age of 70. The symptoms are notorious – problems with memory, bouts of confusion, loss of liguistic skills, mood changes – and these changes can completely affect a sufferer’s personality or sense of self. It’s no wonder, then, that Alzheimer’s disease has such emotional connotations for so many people.
Alzheimer’s is currently a disease with no known cure. The latest drugs can, at best, temporarily halt the march of dementia in a certain subset of patients. After my granddad was diagnosed with probable Alzheimer’s, I began to wonder why this was the case.