It’s been nearly three years since my sister-in-law Angela called to inform me that my youngest brother Richard was heading to the Mayo Clinic to get a second opinion to confirm his Alzheimer’s disease diagnosis. I remember it vividly; the news stunned my family. We had no family history and no connection to Alzheimer’s. ‘How could this be?’ I thought. ‘He’s only 53!’ A few days later, the phone call came from Rich, confirming the diagnosis. He explained that he had cried it all out and was going to take a positive approach with his journey. He was optimistic and shared that he was overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and prayers from family and lifelong friends. It was official: Rich was going to take it one day at a time.
It’s been nearly three years since my sister-in-law Angela called to inform me that my youngest brother Richard was heading to the Mayo Clinic to get a second opinion to confirm his Alzheimer’s disease diagnosis. I remember it vividly; the news stunned my family. We had no family history and no connection to Alzheimer’s. ‘How could this be?’ I thought. ‘He’s only 53!’ A few days later, the phone call came from Rich, confirming the diagnosis. He explained that he had cried it all out and was going to take a positive approach with his journey. He was optimistic and shared that he was overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and prayers from family and lifelong friends. It was official: Rich was going to take it one day at a time.
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