Yeah, but you won't forget that you have cancer, so there's that.

*sighs* only 10 years too late for grandma.

I wonder how you "reverse" Alzheimer's. Once tissue d neurons die, so do the memories they held. I understand that memory is not a single bit of info but te replay of intertwined elements so there is some redundancy.

Additionally I wonder that if I had a clause in my will stating that I'd volunteer for early drug trials while too far gone to directly consent but do so through my trustee speaking for me if it would be held up in court.

If ever in a terminal disease situation where huge pain and grief wold hit my family, I already ave a "way out plan" that's not messy and traumatic. I hope never to use it.

Wasn't there some Athlete's Foot medication in the UK that did something similar?

Here it is. (new window)

/no longer protected by a patent, either

dj1s: Do we have a cure for mice, yet?

Caturday.

lohphat: I wonder how you "reverse" Alzheimer's. Once tissue d neurons die, so do the memories they held. I understand that memory is not a single bit of info but te replay of intertwined elements so there is some redundancy.

Additionally I wonder that if I had a clause in my will stating that I'd volunteer for early drug trials while too far gone to directly consent but do so through my trustee speaking for me if it would be held up in court.

If ever in a terminal disease situation where huge pain and grief wold hit my family, I already ave a "way out plan" that's not messy and traumatic. I hope never to use it.

Would you be willing to share it? I need an advanced directive, and could use some ideas.

There once was this country mouse with Alzheimer. His cousin, a city mouse with cancer told him "Come to the city. You'll love it here."

The country mouse with Alzheimer went to the city and lived with his cousin, The country mouse with Alzheimer was amazed at the huge buildings, the cars and all the people. How could a poor mouse survive in such a place? He couldn't sleep at night because of the noise.

His cousin tried to show him how to hunt for food. The country mouse with Alzheimer was amazed. "In the country, food is everywhere. In the barn, in the house, even in the field. Why would a poor mouse want to live where he's scrounging garbage bins for scraps?

Disgusted, the country mouse with Alzheimer left the city to go home to his quiet little place on the farm. But before he left, he told the city mouse with cancer, "You should come to the country. See how nice it is to live in peace and quiet and enjoy an abundance of foods."

Sadly, the country mouse with Alzheimer forgot how to get to his home. They found him at an Native American Bingo Parlor. Since he had lost his wallet, they had no idea who he was and placed him in a nursing home where he died.

Unaware of the previous paragraph, the city mouse with Cancer went to the country. He was amazed at the amount of food that was available and how quiet it was. He was investigating the farm house when he was chased by a vicious cat. He had to run and run and run to escape. "Never in the big city did I ever have to face a horrible cat" cried the city mouse. That night, even though it was very quiet, the city mouse with Cancer could not sleep. He was afraid the cat would get him.

The next day, his Cancer came out of remission and he rushed himself to the country hospital. Because it was a country hospital, they did not stock his expensive anti cancer meds nor would they accept his PPO because of the Out of Pocket Expenses and he died.

The End

/try reading it in Christopher Walken's voice.

Ellamenopea:
Would you be willing to share it? I need an advanced directive, and could use some ideas.

No. Because I learned it via a close friend using it for depression-related suicide. I'll only discuss it with thse I personally know are of sound mind not to misuse it.

Suffice to say, it's abundant and not a controlled substance or traumatic injury related.

id10ts: How do they GIVE alzheimer's to mice?

Make them watch Fox News.

Quick Fixer: Make sure your life insurance company doesn't find out, and you're all set. They'll use suicide as an excuse to yank your coverage, and "I have a plan" can count as suicide to an actuarial.

It's not in writing -- only a group of close friends know.

K.B.O. Winston: Wasn't there some Athlete's Foot medication in the UK that did something similar?


I dunno Brain. How are we gonna convince Granny to rub her feet on 'er brain?