T. Practchett, on Alzheimer's

[LadyTevar]

From his commentary in the Daily Mail

Terry Pratchett: I'm slipping away a bit at a time... and all I can do is watch it happen

By Terry Pratchett


When author Terry Pratchett was diagnosed with dementia, he was shocked to discover doctors could do little to help. For despite the fact that the condition affects more than 700,000 Britons (a million by 2025), research into its causes and treatment has been chronically under-funded.

Patients and their families also have to cope with the stigma and ignorance surrounding dementia, as a report published today by the Alzheimer’s Society has revealed. In the belief that the only way to change this is to talk openly about the disease, here Terry Pratchett describes his own experiences.

Seven hundred thousand people who have dementia in this country are not heard. I’m fortunate; I can be heard. Regrettably, it’s amazing how people listen if you stand up in public and give away $1million for research into the disease, as I have done.

Why did I do it? I regarded finding I had a form of Alzheimer’s as an insult and decided to do my best to marshal any kind of forces I could against this wretched disease.

I have posterior cortical atrophy or PCA. They say, rather ingenuously, that if you have Alzheimer’s it’s the best form of Alzheimer’s to have. This is a moot point, but what it does do, while gradually robbing you of memory, visual acuity and other things you didn’t know you had until you miss them, is leave you more or less as fluent and coherent as you always have been.

I spoke to a fellow sufferer recently (or as I prefer to say, ‘a person who is thoroughly annoyed with the fact they have dementia’) who talked in the tones of a university lecturer and in every respect was quite capable of taking part in an animated conversation.

Nevertheless, he could not see the teacup in front of him. His eyes knew that the cup was there; his brain was not passing along the information. This disease slips you away a little bit at a time and lets you watch it happen.

When I look back now, I suspect there may be some truth in the speculation that dementia (of which Alzheimer’s is the most common form) may be present in the body for quite some time before it can be diagnosed.

For me, things came to a head in the late summer of 2007. My typing had been getting progressively worse and my spelling had become erratic. I grew to recognise what I came to call Clapham Junction days when the demands of the office grew too much to deal with.

I was initially diagnosed not with Alzheimer’s but with an ischemic change, a simple loss of brain cells due to normal ageing. That satisfied me until the next Clapham Junction day. I went back to my GP and said I knew there was something more going on.

Fortunately, she knew well enough not to bother with the frankly pathetic MMSE test (the 30-point questionnaire used to determine brain function) and sent me to Addenbrooke's Hospital in Cambridge, where, after examination of my MRI scan and an afternoon of complex tests, I was diagnosed with PCA, an uncommon variant of dementia, which had escaped the eagle eye of the original diagnostician.

When in Paradise Lost Milton’s Satan stood in the pit of hell and raged at heaven, he was merely a trifle miffed compared to how I felt that day. I felt totally alone, with the world receding from me in every direction and you could have used my anger to weld steel.

Only my family and the fact I had fans in the medical profession, who gave me useful advice, got me through that moment. I feel very sorry for, and angry on behalf of, the people who don’t have the easy ride I had.

It is astonishing how long it takes some people to get diagnosed (I know because they write to me). I cannot help but wonder if this is because doctors are sometimes reluctant to give the patient the stigma of dementia since there is no cure.

I was extremely fortunate in my GP. I think she was amazed to find that of the two specialists in my area, one had no experience of PCA and therefore did not feel he could help me and the other would only take on patients over 65 - at 59 I was clearly too young to have Alzheimer’s.

I remember on that day of rage thinking that if I’d been diagnosed with cancer of any kind, at least there would have opened in front of me a trodden path.

There would have been specialists, examinations, there would be in short, some machinery in place.

I was not in the mood for a response that said, more or less, ‘go away and come back in six years’.

My wife said: ‘Thank goodness it isn’t a brain tumour,’ but all I could think then was: ‘I know three people who have got better after a brain tumour. I haven’t heard of anyone who’s got better from Alzheimer’s.’

Undeniable signs

It was my typing and spelling that convinced me the diagnosis was right. They had gone haywire. Other problems I put down to my looming 60th birthday.

I thought no one else had noticed the fumbling with seat belts and the several attempts to get clothing on properly, but my wife and PA were worrying. We still have the occasional Clapham Junction days, now understood and dealt with.

I have written 47 novels in the past 25 years, but now I have to check the spelling of even quite simple words - they just blank on me at random.

I would not dare to write this without the once despised checker, and you would have your work cut out to read it, believe me. On the other hand - and this is very typical of PCA - when the kind lady who periodically checks me out asked me to name as many animals as I can, I started with the rock hyrax, the nearest living relative to the elephant, and thylacine - the probably extinct Tasmanian marsupial wolf.

That’s the gift or the curse of our little variant. We have problems handling the physical world but can come pretty close to talking our way out of it so you don’t notice. We might have our shirts done up wrong, but might be able to convince you it’s a new style.

I felt that all I had was a voice, and I should make it heard. It never occurred to me not to use it. I went on the net and told, well, everyone. I wish I could say it was an act of bravery. It wasn’t and I find that suggestion very nearly obscene.

How brave is it to say you have a disease that does not hint of a dissolute youth, riotous living or even terrible eating habits? Anyone can contract dementia; and every day and with a growing momentum, anybody does.

Disease of knowledge

It occurred to me that at one point it was like I had two diseases - one was Alzheimer’s and the other was knowing I had Alzheimer’s.

There were times when I thought I’d have been much happier not knowing, just accepting that I’d lost brain cells and one day they’d probably grow back or whatever.

It is better to know, though, and better for it to be known, because it has got people talking, which I rather think was what I had in mind. The $1million I pledged to the Alzheimer’s Research Trust was just to make them talk louder for a while.

It is a strange life when you ‘come out’. People get embarrassed, lower their voices, get lost for words. Part of the report I’m helping to launch today reveals that 50 per cent of Britons think there is a stigma surrounding dementia. Only 25 per cent think there is still a stigma associated with cancer.

The stories in the report - of people being told they were too young or intelligent to have dementia; of neighbours crossing the street and friends abandoning them - are like something from a horror novel.

It seems that when you have cancer you are a brave battler against the disease, but when you have Alzheimer’s you are an old fart. That’s how people see you. It makes you feel quite alone.

It seems to me there’s hardly one family in this country that is not touched by the disease somehow. But people don’t talk about it because it is so frightening. I swear that people think that if they say the word they’re summoning the demon. It used to be the same with cancer.

Journalists, on the other hand - I appreciate that other people living with the disease don’t get so much of this - find it hard to talk to me about anything else, and it dominates every interview: Yes, I said I had PCA ten months ago, yes, I still have it, yes, I wish I didn’t, no, there is no cure.

I can’t really object to all this, but it is strange that a disease that attracts so much attention, awe, fear and superstition is so underfunded in treatment and research.

We don’t know what causes it, and as far as we know the only way to be sure of not developing it is to die young.

Regular exercise and eating sensibly are a good idea, but they don’t come with any guarantees. There is no cure.

Researchers are talking about the possibility of a whole palette of treatments or regimes to help those people with dementia to live active and satisfying lives, with the disease kept in reasonably permanent check in very much the same way as treatments now exist for HIV.

Not so much a cure therefore as - we hope - a permanent reprieve. We hope it will come quickly, and be affordable.

In the meantime we hope for Aricept, which is not a cure but acts as a line of sandbags against the rising tide of unknowing. However, it is available free only to those in the moderate stages of the disease: others must pay £1,000 a year, which I do.

Eligibility is determined by the MMSE questionnaire test, and it would be so easy for a patient in the mild stage to cheat their score into the free zone that I take my hat off to
those too proud or responsible to do so. I cough up.

Gradual unwinding

NICE says the change it makes at my stage is minimal, but we don’t think so in our house, where those little changes make the difference between a dull day and a fine day.

The disease is, after all, about small changes, and it may be that individuals may indeed be individual.

And that is nearly it for hope at the moment. When my father was in his terminal year, I discussed death with him.

I recall very clearly his relief that the cancer that was taking him was at least allowing him ‘all his marbles’. Dementia in its varied forms is not like cancer.

Dad saw the cancer in his pancreas as an invader. But Alzheimer’s is me unwinding, losing trust in myself, a butt of my own jokes and on bad days capable of playing hunt the slipper by myself and losing.

You can’t battle it, you can’t be a plucky ‘survivor’. It just steals you from yourself.

And I’m 60; that’s supposed to be the new 40. The baby boomers are getting older, and will stay older for longer.

And they will run right into the dementia firing range. How will a society cope?

Especially a society that can’t so readily rely on those stable family relationships that traditionally provided the backbone of care?

What is needed is will and determination. The first step is to talk openly about dementia because it’s a fact, well enshrined in folklore, that if we are to kill the demon then first we have to say its name.

Once we have recognised the demon, without secrecy or shame, we can find its weaknesses.

Regrettably one of the best swords for killing demons like this is made of gold - lots of gold.

These days we call it funding. I believe the D-day battle on Alzheimer’s will be engaged shortly and a lot of things I’ve heard from experts, not always formally, strengthen that belief.

It’s a physical disease, not some mystic curse; therefore it will fall to a physical cure. There’s time to kill the demon before it grows.

• To see the full report, Dementia: Out Of The Shadows go to http://www.alzheimers.org.uk Alzheimer’s Society dementia helpline: 0845 300 0336. Alzheimer’s Research Trust http://www.alzheimers-research.org.uk

[fnord]

Definitely an embuggerance.

At least he is still fighting and raising awareness, trying to roll back the stigma that is associated with it even here in AU - maybe Terry's too contrary to just up and give in, maybe?

[Admiral Valdemar]

An article many people need to read, even if printed in that rag of a tabloid.

That Mr. Pratchett got this horrible disease is something of a good thing, of sorts, for the very reasons he states himself. It will raise awareness and, hopefully, show there is every reason to be hopeful for at least slowing the onset of the condition and removing the stigma from public. Having a mum who works with various dementia patients in palliative care, I often find it shocking that the best we do for people today is simply make sure they don't shit themselves in bed, or wander into traffic in their dressing gown. More than most diseases, I find dementia to be the worst. Knowing your body is sound, or near to it, but your very essence - I suppose soul in some peoples' eyes - is being destroyed from the inside out is, well, I can't really fathom how people who suffer or know those who suffer with it that are close, feel.

Some solace can be taken in that we are growing better adept at diagnosing this condition and being able to halt its development, as mentioned. I've worked on at least a couple of studies in animals for anti-Alzheimer's treatments in the last year or so, and the mechanics of stopping amyloid plaque formation is reasonably understood. Even if a total cure appeared tomorrow on the market, the costs may be prohibitive for all but the best funded NHS trusts or private patients. We've had these issues over cancer therapies and others, so I expect the same problems here. Medical research is expensive, and much as I'd love for these treatments to be free, if the companies cannot pay the hundreds of billions needed to R&D such compounds or biologics, then no one will bother with them.

I know this is a case of celebrity favouritism, though I do hope the lovable author at least stays as coherent and entertaining as he's always been, and with the added benefit of being able to raise awareness about his condition. If I want to see less fortunate people, I need only accompany my mother to work one evening. It's not something I've enjoyed seeing with the later stage sufferers.

[hongi]

I have to say I teared up a little while reading this. I would not wish dementia on anyone, it's simply too awful a way to go. And I've grown up on Terry's books, so he's not so much a celebrity but one of my favourite people anywhere. There's hope yet though. I know what charity I'm going to be donating to this year.

[Broomstick]

My mother doesn't have Alzheimer's, but she does have impaired mental function from at least one stroke and her long standing heart disease. In some ways, her problem is the opposite of Mr. Pratchett's - her body is failing and, while she can still think and reason and remember, damage to the speech centers of her brain make communicating what's in her head very difficult at times. This leads to people treating her as demented. And yes, her mind doesn't work as well as it used to (yes, on occasion she's played hunt the slipper with herself, and lost), but she's still a human being with human feelings. She's still a person.

I see the denial in some of those around her. I also see people giving up on her. One thing about diagnosing dementia sooner these days is that we are labeling people well before they are helpless, when they are still aware and capable. My mother is not physically capable of living on her own, but she is still mentally functional enough to make decisions about her life, to make choices - and to suffer when she's brushed off and ignored by the impatient, frightened, and ignorant.

I remember when cancer was still the plague that no one spoke of, when doctors hesitated to tell patients and it was seen as a death sentence. No one today pretends it's a walk in the park, but we don't expect cancer patients, even terminal ones, to hide in a darkened room anymore. If we can't cure dementia (of any origin) I'd like to see these people treated more compassionately and given the best life possible before the end comes. In some instances that may be a very limited life due to impairments, but too often these people are more or less discarded. That's just wrong.

[dragon]

My grandmother died of Alzheimer related issues quite awhile back, but at least in the states nowadays there is quite a bit of research on going to help battle it.

[Rye]

His complaints about cancer getting more attention/funding are a bit bullshitty. Alzheimers sucks, and I've seen a family member dissolve beneath it, but 1/4 of the population dies from cancer, it IS more important. We shouldn't lose sight of that because a well known and liked author has some entirely reasonable hatred for his disease.

[Anguirus]

^ Which complaint, exactly? I can find no such thing in the article above.

He only says that he believes dementia research is "underfunded." He also talks a little about the stigma of dementia vs. the stigma of cancer. I can't find any complaining that cancer gets more funding.

[General Zod]

^ Which complaint, exactly? I can find no such thing in the article above.

He only says that he believes dementia research is "underfunded." He also talks a little about the stigma of dementia vs. the stigma of cancer. I can't find any complaining that cancer gets more funding.

This bit, probably.

I remember on that day of rage thinking that if I’d been diagnosed with cancer of any kind, at least there would have opened in front of me a trodden path.

There would have been specialists, examinations, there would be in short, some machinery in place.

I was not in the mood for a response that said, more or less, ‘go away and come back in six years’.

My wife said: ‘Thank goodness it isn’t a brain tumour,’ but all I could think then was: ‘I know three people who have got better after a brain tumour. I haven’t heard of anyone who’s got better from Alzheimer’s.’

[eyl]

^ Which complaint, exactly? I can find no such thing in the article above.

He only says that he believes dementia research is "underfunded." He also talks a little about the stigma of dementia vs. the stigma of cancer. I can't find any complaining that cancer gets more funding.

This bit, probably.

I remember on that day of rage thinking that if I’d been diagnosed with cancer of any kind, at least there would have opened in front of me a trodden path.

There would have been specialists, examinations, there would be in short, some machinery in place.

I was not in the mood for a response that said, more or less, ‘go away and come back in six years’.

My wife said: ‘Thank goodness it isn’t a brain tumour,’ but all I could think then was: ‘I know three people who have got better after a brain tumour. I haven’t heard of anyone who’s got better from Alzheimer’s.’

Which is not a complaint about cancer research care being overfunded, but rather a complaint that Alzheimer's patients have less hope for a cure/treatment than those who have the more-lethal cancer (and in any case, this was his initial emotional response ("day of rage") rather than a logical and reasoned complaint)

[SirNitram]

Eyl, are you literate? He's complaining because the path will be open.. In a few years.. Because Alzheimer's treatment in his area has a lower age limit on it. It's fucking stupidity. As is your blurring of it.

It's a bit like adults with Autism-Spectrums. We can't exist. Only cute kids can.

[eyl]

Eyl, are you literate? He's complaining because the path will be open.. In a few years.. Because Alzheimer's treatment in his area has a lower age limit on it. It's fucking stupidity. As is your blurring of it.

And he says that's because of the difference in funding levels between Alzheimers and cancer...where, exactly?

[Enigma]

Eyl, are you literate? He's complaining because the path will be open.. In a few years.. Because Alzheimer's treatment in his area has a lower age limit on it. It's fucking stupidity. As is your blurring of it.

And he says that's because of the difference in funding levels between Alzheimers and cancer...where, exactly?

I was extremely fortunate in my GP. I think she was amazed to find that of the two specialists in my area, one had no experience of PCA and therefore did not feel he could help me and the other would only take on patients over 65 - at 59 I was clearly too young to have Alzheimer’s.

I remember on that day of rage thinking that if I’d been diagnosed with cancer of any kind, at least there would have opened in front of me a trodden path.

There would have been specialists, examinations, there would be in short, some machinery in place.

I was not in the mood for a response that said, more or less, ‘go away and come back in six years’.

Right then and there shows the difference in funding levels. Had he had cancer, it would have been treated and even cured. Instead TP has a rare form of dementia in which there is no help until he is 65 years old.

[eyl]

Right then and there shows the difference in funding levels. Had he had cancer, it would have been treated and even cured. Instead TP has a rare form of dementia in which there is no help until he is 65 years old.

The original argument was

His complaints about cancer getting more attention/funding are a bit bullshitty. Alzheimers sucks, and I've seen a family member dissolve beneath it, but 1/4 of the population dies from cancer, it IS more important. We shouldn't lose sight of that because a well known and liked author has some entirely reasonable hatred for his disease.

The section you cited does not have him making an actual complaint that Alzheimers research is underfunded - you're inferring that's the case because he says treatment isn't available (freely, at least) for under-65's.

I suspect that if cancer targeted the elderly predominantly (almost exclusively, in fact) you'd see the same limitation in place, regardless of how well it was funded.

Note that I'm not saying that Alzheimers isn't underfunded - just that Pratchett didn't make that complaint.

[SirNitram]

If you're going to accuse other people of inferring things, perhaps you could point out where Mr. Prachett says it'd be availiable in his area at cost. He rather specifically said there were two specialists in the area, one which doesn't handle his situation, and the other which won't accept him until he's older.

[eyl]

If you're going to accuse other people of inferring things, perhaps you could point out where Mr. Prachett says it'd be availiable in his area at cost.

I didn't say he claimed that.

Again, I'm saying that based on what he said as given in the article - and again, it was an emotional reaction, as he himself points out - you can't infer the problem is that Alzheimers is underfunded - just that there isn't treatment available, which can be for several reasons which he doesn't discuss.

[SirNitram]

If you're going to accuse other people of inferring things, perhaps you could point out where Mr. Prachett says it'd be availiable in his area at cost.

I didn't say he claimed that.

Liar.

The section you cited does not have him making an actual complaint that Alzheimers research is underfunded - you're inferring that's the case because he says treatment isn't available (freely, at least) for under-65's.

You inferred plenty, while criticizing others for inferring.

[Rye]

If you're going to accuse other people of inferring things, perhaps you could point out where Mr. Prachett says it'd be availiable in his area at cost.

I didn't say he claimed that.

Again, I'm saying that based on what he said as given in the article - and again, it was an emotional reaction, as he himself points out - you can't infer the problem is that Alzheimers is underfunded - just that there isn't treatment available, which can be for several reasons which he doesn't discuss.

Have you even read the concluding part of his statement? "Demons can be slain with funding"?