E’ notizia vecchia che Terry Pratchett abbia contratto una forma giovanile di Alzheimer, ma questo articolo (qui l’originale) mi ha riempito di nuovo di angoscia e ho bisogno di condividerlo.

I have written 47 novels in the past 25 years, but now I have to check the spelling of even quite simple words – they just blank on me at random.
When in Paradise Lost Milton’s Satan stood in the pit of hell and raged at heaven, he was merely a trifle miffed compared to how I felt that day. I felt totally alone, with the world receding from me in every direction and you could have used my anger to weld steel.
What is needed is will and determination. The first step is to talk openly about dementia because it’s a fact, well enshrined in folklore, that if we are to kill the demon then first we have to say its name.
Once we have recognised the demon, without secrecy or shame, we can find its weaknesses.