I am of the age where I now view my personal mortality as a fact rather than a theory. Bad health doesn't scare me, death doesn't scare me, but I am scared ******** about losing my mind. My Grandfather, my mother, and all five of her sisters developed Alzheimers and died very undignified and lingering deaths. When I asked my doctor what my family history means for me, his reply was, "You don't want to know." So, at 73, every time I forget something, or have a hard time finding a word, I find myself wondering, "Is this the beginning?" I try to comfort my self in remembering that my Mother was much younger than me when she started displaying the signs, but the odds are, with three sibliings, two of us will get the dreaded disease.