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There have been studies that

barefooted — Tue, 30 Jun 2015 22:15:04 +0000

There have been studies that link the THC in marijuana to the reduction of the plaque cells that are generally considered to be a causation factor for Alzheimer's. This National Institute of Health publication is just one example. Unfortunately, much needed research into the medical use of cannibus faces a multitude of challenges - many politically motivated, others due to societal and mainstream medicine resistance.

Thanks for writing this.

trkingmomoe — Tue, 30 Jun 2015 19:55:07 +0000

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Thanks for writing this.

Science is getting better at understanding the causes of this.

Glad it helped.

PeraclesPlease — Tue, 30 Jun 2015 08:57:42 +0000

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Glad it helped.

It is a different kind of

barefooted — Tue, 30 Jun 2015 05:17:47 +0000

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It is a different kind of love, an unexpected bonding that can't be explained but is strangely satisfying. If people have a core, a center, then it's laid bare when conscious thought is lost and all that's left is humanity ... learning, opening your own mind to the unknown of theirs is indescribably hard. But when it happens, it's worth a lifetime.

You wrote a comment in response to a post by Ramona, I think, quite awhile ago about your mom-in-law. I had lost my mom not long before I read your words, and what you wrote tore at my heart even as it helped me to heal. Peracles, I will forever thank you for that unintentional kindness.

Wherever she went, I could

Richard Day — Tue, 30 Jun 2015 04:33:36 +0000

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Wherever she went, I could not follow.

I have no idea if this is relevant.

But I just viewed a film starring my favorite old guy, Morgan Freeman.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Magic_of_Belle_Isle

In that film an author wishes to give it all away.

And yet, he finds a reason to live.

But when you find that you cannot find.

The end is near.

I was just thinking about this fine film I watched this morning.

It may be that when those who have not lost it, see or read about those who have....there must be a reason to keep on keepin on.

That is how I feel.

Inspiration is there for all of us.

And, I was a fan of Glenn.

the end

I remember watching my mother

PeraclesPlease — Tue, 30 Jun 2015 04:22:50 +0000

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I remember watching my mother-in-law take one step down, then a plateau, then another step, another ledge to catch her breath - each time less certainty what was happening. All that remained was wordless trust, and without that unspoken trust of those around, I can't imagine what she would have done or more exact, how she would have felt as she could do nothing. I remember her leaving home for the last time - she somehow knew. I took her hand to try to make it okay, but still she knew - I could feel the restrained panic. And when those last repetitive rasps came, it was no longer her that had to trust me - it was me that had to trust - to pat her hand or massage her foot and hope it made a difference, to speak soothing words and hope she was soothed, and in the end just trust that her silence meant resolution. It's strange - I had little to bond with her when she had her senses, but the more that words disappeared and I found I liked her and respected her and hoped and cheered for all the best and in the end found a different kind of love and closeness than I'd ever expected, in those little moments, allowances, inconveniences that turned into precious duty. We'd play this game of both knowing, her getting a wizened smile on her face and we'd both nod and the kids wouldnlook on agog, like "did grandma really understand that?" We tricked death, we tricked Alzheimer's, we pulled a rabbit out of a hat where there was none so we even tricked ourselves. And in the end she snuck down the rabbit hole, and that was that.

Barefooted, this is such a

Oxy Mora — Tue, 30 Jun 2015 02:48:59 +0000

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Barefooted, this is such a lovely memoir. Thanks for sharing it.