An accidental delete

We slowly unravel one scientific mystery after another: from Archimedes to Alzheimer, from Pasteur to Pluto.

Then, bang, gone. Accumulated in a lifetime: memories, moments and misery, accidentally deleted.

What made us who we are triumph and trail of burned bridges. Gone. From then, we just vegetate from one day to the next. Every day is a new day, a 24-hour cycle with vague recollection ” what Omega 3 ?” “did I watch that movie?”

It would be like Brigitte Bardot and Alain Delon watching their own movies without recognizing the actors.

Bang! Welcome to the club of 6 million American (131 million worldwide) who are Alzheimer’s patients. The price tag keeps rising even as Medicare slashed Biogen expensive and unproductive treatment last June.

It is safe to say, to date, more clinical trials are failing than hitting the marks. Big ticket, big reward, big barrier to entry and big price to pay.

God is tossing his dice. Above 65? watch out for stroke, HIV etc… and of course this cosmic delete.

Neuro plasticity to neuro genesis…plaque or protein…. We’re studying and demystifying this disease.

Tough cookie!

Wish we could just swallow a pill. Like refreshing our computer.

Or the option to purchase more memory card. In the absence of real bull-eyes, we worked around the edges: disease awareness month, convention and booths, buttons and banners…while those clinical trials keep humming at the tune of billions.

For patients and care givers, the best hope is for additional stretch of life, quality of life.

I mourn for those lifetimes worth of experience and education.

Wisdom gained then lost.

Start sharing the snippets. You’ll never know. It could hit anyone, anywhere, anytime.

Then one day, your memory never benefits anyone. Your photos never get uploaded.

As if you have never existed in this Lonely Planet.

No wonder Kushner took an online writing class from Patterson (who incidentally has collaborated with Bill Clinton on some WH thrillers) after signing on for a 6-figure deal. The title has yet to be revealed, but I would venture to guess, it’s something to do with “surfing” (the waves of power and money).

The ultimate American oligarch and opportunist (the pardon broker for Eastman, Bannon, Clark and whole host of others). If DJT watched the insurrection from across the mall, his son-in-law watched it from thousands of feet above (always from his six).

A bird-eye view to secure his next residence in a Billionaire Bunker off the Miami coast (per Peter Baker) distancing and a step ahead of the carnage and mayhem of J6. Smart boys > Proud Boys i.e. connecting the dots… prepping for a comeback (re-branding) with boatload ill-gotten or blood money from the Middle East and future royalties. If it were just for the art of not giving a f**k, it would be worth it to learn from this guy and buy his book.

Unless he gets Alzheimer before finishing his manuscript. For the 6 million whose every day is a new day – self re-creation and plausible deniability (Reagan got this right at the time of testifying about the Iran-Contra affairs), it’s a blessing in disguise until death ends it all.

No memoirs there. No memory. All to waste: warp and wasted neuro links and hard-earned connected dots.

Go purple this September – Disease-awareness month. We’ve got thus far on marketing outreach, color-coordination, even clinical trials yet no cure.

I pray for a soonest breakthrough.

Whoops! I accidentally deleted what I have just written. No problems.

Just press the reverse arrow. Wish it were that easy in real life.