Alzeimer- An Outlook of A Lifetime

By Disha Nischal

The flails of wind blew with the strongest chills as I – sat on my wheel chair outside my mansion.

I found myself knitting a piece of fabric that I hadn’t seen before … I gazed around at my surroundings which looked unknown. Uncertain of the fact that it was my very own house, I plunged my wheel chair ahead.

“Excuse me, if you could, please care to tell me my belongings?” I had murmured to a man in a bright red shirt. ..

“Belongings! She asks..”

The woman beside him groaned looking at me. 

“How do you expect me to live with the person who has the memory range of a teaspoon?”

“Mom, c’mon inside!” The man helplessly approached.

 I was slowly taken inside the three- storey mansion as I, was begging to know even the existence of the people around me.

 As I slowly turned to a room, I glanced at little girl jumping on cot.  I felt a little jerk in me and my head spinned round.

“Anaya” , I exclaimed excitedly,  making my moves towards her … 

“Oh , Grandma this is the 17th time,” Anaya said laughingly. I took her in my arms and turned around,  to look upon my son and my daughter in law. 

“That read shirt, surely suits you son!” I smilingly stated. 

“Take your pills mom,” he offered. 

I had realised that before this very moment I was lost as a retribution of my Alzheimer; It seemed like it was one of the worst thing to ever have. It seemed like an Introduction to everything unknown. Like the worst fear, of a soul.

I recalled all these memories, seated on my wheel chair inside a hospital ward. 

It was 7 days since my Alzheimer was getting treated, perhaps now completely was but I felt no better, as there was something missing…

“Doctor, they won't come.. are you sure?” I asked yet again. 

“ Oh Dearie! for the 27th time now , ‘They’ came here 5 days ago , when there was no scope for your treatment and they told us that they would come back the day later. ..they didn’t! For the sake of humanity I started experimenting my skills to treat you and like a miracle it worked! They thought you would never be treated so they unwillingly left .  I ask yet again, Do you want to contact them?,  the doctor breathlessly stated ..”

“No!”, I confirmed .

Wasn't it better when I had Alzheimer, I could forget things and get free of these psychological burdens. I would have a new start every moment and as far as the fear is concerned, the fear of losing people, I could never lose anyone because I had no one,  but now I feel the loss…

When you don't know your belongings ,the whole world is where you belong…

“Doctor, is there a way I could get the Alzheimer back?” I innocently asked 

“GROW UP, OLD LADY…”

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By Disha Nischal