One of the things about growing old and decrepit and knowing that I am slowly going downhill is that when I was very young, pretty and barely into this disease I used to have hope.

Now I only have hope that I will simply know what causes this horrific disease before I die because I know that a cure "is not just around the corner" as I was told for the first 20 years and that we are still in the dark ages with brain diseases.

No longer do I dream about what it will be like when a good treatment comes because I no longer believe that anything will reverse me to the perky stage of old.

Also, I have the same disdain for the mice as Sally C.

gmi