Personal Narrative Essay: The Cause Of Alzheimer's Disease

in 2014 I had done a lot of fundraising in the past year such as selling about 50 spam musubis a day plus cookies and brownies and even selling bentos and doughnuts ands finally trail mix bars during school. even outside of school I did fundraising from car washes to even mowing yards. eventually I made enough money with the help of all my family to get to go on the trip. I even made more money so I could relinquish it so I can buy gifts and such things like food. I'm not infallible at Japanese because it so happens that I cant read any of the signs that are in japan. when we landed in japan it was amazing because the airport was so huge and had paintings that look so amazing. when we got our luggage, it was pouring rain when we went outside to the bus. it was about an hour and a

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

Forgetting things comes naturally with age, so my father’s loss of a name or word did not faze me, especially as he approached seventy. Additionally, being in school across the country made it easy for large changes to look relatively small. But, I soon realized I was avoiding the situation in an effort to comfort myself. Witnessing history repeat itself would be too painful to think about, so I attempted to dismiss it. My mind flashed back to almost ten years ago, my first encounter with a neurodegenerative disorder, at which time my grandmother was slowly succumbing to Alzheimer’s disease. Watching my grandmother’s mind erode and my presence in her life slowly erode was difficult, especially at age 14 when almost everything is personal. Flash-forward

“Who are you?” This is a question I have heard ever since I was sixteen years old, and not from strangers on the streets, from my very own mother. I was a teenager when my mother originally developed Alzheimer’s and then later, dementia. I can still recall the first time she ever asked me that question. It was springtime, I know that because I had just come home from softball practice. I had yet to take even five steps into the house when a shriek rang out.

It was faded red, and slow: on Volkswagen time. Others rushed impatiently. It said, “Speed limit will do. No hurry.”

My family has a dad and a mom, my moms name is Merrilee, and my dads name is Keith. I have two brothers, Alex and Ayden, we live in Lime Spring Iowa, but we used to live in Casper, Wyoming. My friends are Trey Burnikel from school and football, Carter Henry from school and football, and Gabe Grabau from school. We might be getting a new ranger and fourwheeler, but it might be a couple months.

D/A: Maurice Brown had one appointment this week. On 12/14, he was seen by Doctor Nat Ramani of the GI Associates of Delaware. According to Doctor’s note, consumer tolerated procedure well. He did not have fever, rash, or chills post procedure, but still complains of having periumbilical abdominal pain frequently for 2-3months. He describe pain as sharp in nature, rates it 7 out of 10, wakes him up from sleep at night, no exacerbating factors, radiates to both sides of his abdomen, alleviating on passing gas and having a BM. On 12/14, 12/17, Mr. Brown went for his dialysis. On 12/17, he went twice, in the morning at 10:00 a.m. and in the afternoon at 4p.m. when this writer his Case Manager asked him how his treatment was going? He said ‘’fine,

I was 16 when I learned what it meant to be dead. I had known of it before, but I didn’t really know death -- I was too young to really understand. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to ward off the waves from washing away my grandparents when they were in Mexico, and I was here. We were separated by oceans of land so our contact was limited. And the oceans only got deeper as I realized that Alzheimer's meant something beyond just memory loss. It meant I watched my Abuelito’s glassy eyes lead to an empty attic, and knew I was waiting for a tsunami to take it over like it had the rest of him.

I wandered throughout the hospital hallways. An unfamiliar place to me, thus I began to explore. It was 9 am and some patients had already lined up to see their physicians. I was shadowing Dr. Waterman, a family medicine resident. I followed her on the morning patient rounds, she would introduce me to her patients, asking for their permission for me to observe. As the shadow, I tried to remain imperceptible but observant. That day, I got exposed to different medical disciplines. In one case was an 83-year-old Caucasian female with dementia. She had come with her two children who broke down in tears when she couldn’t even remember who they were. Dr. Waterman’s response transcended beyond patient care and got families involved. She would report

A lecture which is called “From Diary to Graphic Memoir, How and Why I Wrote Tangles: A Story About Alzheimer’s, My Mother and Me” was held by Hiram College’s Center for Literature and Medicine on November 3rd. I was just curious about that lecture because I have read a novel about Alzheimer and I like books. A speaker, Sarah Leavitt is a writer and cartoonist, and teaches Creative Writing at University of British Columbia.

This is an 82-year-old gentleman, who was referred from Dr. Gretchen Marsh’s office because the patient’s BUN and creatinine were high, as he has acute kidney injury. The patient went to Dr. Marsh’s office yesterday and was having generalized weakness. He does not have any vomiting. No diarrhea. No fever. No cough with expectoration. No sharpness. No wheezing. No headache. No dizziness. No passing out. No rectal bleeding. No hematemesis. No abdominal pain. No sore throat. No stuffy nose. No cough with expectoration. No burning, frequency, or

In 2009, my grandfather was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. Prior to this determination, my family and I had simply attributed it to the forgetfulness of old age. However, as my grandfather began to ask the same questions within a matter of minutes, we knew there was a deeper issue. After my mother had to stay on the phone to help him navigate previously familiar roads, she took him to the doctor. Years went by and his cognizance and memory began to deteriorate even further. Upon the death of my maternal grandmother, he moved in with my family due to his inability to live alone. My grandfather required constant supervision and monitoring at all waking hours. These circumstances exposed us even further to this disease as we realized the

Alzheimer’s disease is a neurodegenerative of the brain that causes dementia, which is a loss in memory. Besides it being a neurodegenerative disease, many other conditions can cause dementia. Another kind of dementia is nutritional dementia, also called Wernicke-Korsakoff syndrome, or another which is alcohol syndrome, and it is caused by a lack of vitamin B1. Alzheimer’s disease usually appears in people over sixty-five years old. However, some cases of Alzheimer’s disease can happen at an early age of forty to fifty years old. This is called early-onset Alzheimer’s disease. It is caused by gene mutations that can be passed from parent to child. The most common form of late-onset Alzheimer’s disease is caused by the inability to clear amyloid-beta protein from the brain. Cerebrospinal is what help clear out the bad things in the brain, like amyloid-beta.

Throughout the week I had three different memorable conversations that I felt would be excellent for this assignment. The first conversation I had was with my mother, than my sister, and lastly one of my co-workers named Jennifer.

Having Alzheimer’s would cause your parents to forget everything over time, including you, their only child. Because you were so young, Alden and I decided to tell you that they had just been killed. We figured it would be better for you to believe that they were dead than to tell you that they do not even remember who you are. But, throughout these past few months, we have noticed that you haven’t forgotten about them, and no matter how hard we have tried to prevent you, you have always tried to find a way to see your parents again.”