Originally posted by norrahe
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I watched my nan die of this illness, it started when I was 9 and took a further 9 years to finally get her.
The really horrible part of it, is watching the stress rip the rest of your family apart. My grandfather cared for her for as long as he could until he eventually had a stroke. We ended up having to bring him home to live with us. Unfortunately we put my nan into a home, where she continued to receive first class care and love. It added years to her life all the time the disease ate away into her taking more and more of her away from us.
She would go on pirates adventures and end up being found in 1980's Brixton at 3 in the morning sitting on night bus with a purse full of cash and her bus pass no one ever touched her...
Watching the programme was almost unbearable as I have an all too real knowledge of where he will end up in his journey. To curse a man that lives for his intellect with this end is proof for me, that if a god ever existed he moved in with Satan years ago...
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