Think:

"What could you not live without?" Someone asked me the other day.

My mind, I replied. And that's the damn truth.

The slow crumble that I see in people who were once capable of cognitive process crushes my heart like a can at 100Gs. My grandmother, a massive vibrant influence on my life, no longer knows where she is let alone recognise her own family. I sometimes believe that in a mirror she would be unable to remember her own face.

It is something i don't want to go through.

And how many questions does that bring up?