I don't think it has anything to do with the Moon.
It is, I think, simply the massive intricacies of the brain.
We know so much but we know so little,
but we know what we know.
Scientists who study for years and make it their lifes work, vocation,
would tell you, if you asked them,
they don't have much of an idea how the brain works.
But some things they know.
Alzheimer's is a progressive illness.
It doesn't have any indications that it could get better, in fact, the contrary.
Things, external to the brain, with my mother, make a definite difference,
but only in some ways.
In no way is she ever as she was before the illness/diagnosis.
She may be lucid at times but her brain has been degraded and taken away by the erroneously, in some cases, in her case, illness known as Dementia.
She isn't demented.
There are times though when, if I didn't know her better, I would think she was fine,
A. OK.
But I know her better and I wish she could have had the sweet, shrouded by death but clutching your dignity to the end, end, that I want for myself.
I'm sorry to seem hard but it is what I think and hoping just leads to disappointment.
