I think this is a bloody terrifying disease. And there’s no reason why you can’t suddenly be scared of what’s happened and is happening and what’s to happen in the future too.
In fact it’s surprising that we don’t all admit to being scared more often.
And sometimes it just shows in our faces. And our bodies. Just the general worry about it.
Me, I’m scared about my brain. The fact that no one but me seems to think there’s anything wrong with it. My 78 year old mother thinks her aging brain has the same problems as my middle aged brain. My neurologist thinks it’s OK, because I come across as OK, and honestly who cares if you can’t remember the plot of the novel you read last week? Apart from me.
I’m scared about my declining physical mobility.
And I’m really frightened in case my husband gets ill and I’m left alone. I keep telling him he’s got to outlive me.
So I don’t think you’re alone. You’re never alone while you have us anyway.