The first manifestation of something being amiss was in late 2005 when she began forgetting what my name was. I was very surprised at this to say the least, but as naïve as I was I said nothing, because of the stereotype I grew up hearing “With old age comes forgetfulness”. But, as time progressed I noticed her forgetfulness had gone to a whole new level. Simple task became difficult to complete. Objects and home appliance were misplaced all over the house. Priorities were forgotten. I soon began to realize the strong, fun, loving grandmother I once knew was not present anymore. Something was turning her into a scared, paranoid, wandering, skinny, shell of a woman. “Alzheimer’s disease is a progressive disease of the human brain that is characterized by impairment of memory and a disturbance in at least one other thinking function.” Hearing those words as I sat down in the doctor’s office with Nana and mother confused me. All I could apprehend was that a monster was destroying my Nana and making her act this way. I can recall her as a child. She was the most fun, loving adult in my life. She could do it all, from picking me up from school, to helping me with homework, to taking me out for ice-cream, or reading me bed time stories. She did it all. She was like the mother I never had. As time progressed the disease took a huge toll on her. Our conversations were short and sweet because it consisted of a lot of repeating. Her activeness became very inactive. I was scared to talk to her and when I did it brought me to tears because I couldn’t tolerate seeing her in such misery. It was evident that she was unhappy, which brought on a huge depression upon myself. This tragedy took over my life. Why was this happening to a person the least deserving? I was alone with my thoughts. I was no longer passionate about life. The comfort I once felt at home would be forever absent because I knew I was losing the best. As I mature I