Terry Pratchett, one of my favorite authors, has been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimers.
Fortunately he hasn’t yet forgotten his sense of humor (or, well, really anything yet) and said,
I will, of course, be dead at some future point, as will everybody else. For me, this maybe further off than you think.
I know it’s a very human thing to say ‘Is there anything I can do?’ but in this case I would only entertain offers from very high-end experts in brain chemistry.
He says he has a few more books in him, and since he’s all British, maybe they’re making more advances with the stem-cell research there than here. A girl can hope.