Weekly Photo Challenge: Tiny

21 May

Here’s a picture of a tomato.  It’s tiny: cherry tomatoes are like that.  So is my brain, I imagine, and there is the possibility it may get smaller.

Reading Kate Shrewsday’s blog today, about a genetic group volunteering to help in the search for an Alzheimer’s cure, I left the following comment:

I have always been glad my Dad died at 64 of lung cancer, because I’m certain he was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s.

As I wrote it, I had a thought:

It has suddenly occurred to me that if I’m right, there’s a possibility I could get it too! Can you believe I never thought of that in ten years??

I really didn’t.  It never once entered my head, even though I know it’s hereditary and I have always remembered Alan Alda’s performance as a doctor with Alzheimer’s in ER.  There was Meredith’s mom in Grey’s Anatomy.  C.J.’s dad in The West Wing.  I have no excuse not to think of it, given the number of worthy American dramas I watch.

I wonder if it never occurred to me because of the human capacity to know that we will die one day, yet not quite believe it will happen?  We certainly don’t believe we’ll get a serious illness: if we go at all, we’ll be going in our sleep.  Other people die; the chance that I will is tiny, given what an important person I am: I know at least three people who will miss me.  I can’t do that to them; I’m not that selfish.

I don’t know if my Dad did have Alzheimer’s: I diagnosed him after years of medical tv-watching; my education might be missing a few crucial details, like knowledge.  I’m not worried enough to get tested.  Besides, a doctor is going to listen to my reasons and laugh me out of the surgery (I know from House there are mean doctors, too).

My brain is rather more cherry tomato than I’d like: seeds of ideas inside, going nowhere, a pretty addition to my salad days but now shrivelling away in a corner of the kitchen.

Becoming a housewife?  My Mum thought I was out of my tiny mind. 

I don’t regret it: how else would I be able to blog three times a day?  When my mind begins to go, I’ll know there’s a tiny piece of me in the ether that will never die. 

Unless the WordPress prompters catch up with me. 

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30 Responses to “Weekly Photo Challenge: Tiny”

  1. vivinfrance May 21, 2011 at 10:23 #

    Not you, Tilly.

    Using your brain every day
    keeps Alzheimers at bay.
    Or so they say.

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  2. Cindy May 21, 2011 at 11:00 #

    Brilliant post.

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  3. earlybird May 21, 2011 at 11:21 #

    I thought taking an OU degree was supposed to slow down the onset of Alzheimers… !

    Or is one supposed to keep on studying?

    Good post.

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    • Tilly Bud May 21, 2011 at 11:23 #

      I hope so and I would if I could.

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      • vivinfrance May 21, 2011 at 17:04 #

        me too. But they’ve priced it out of our wildest possibilities. And closing First Class into the bargain.

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  4. granny1947 May 21, 2011 at 11:38 #

    Remeber you come from two gene pools.
    Do you WANT to be like your mother?

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  5. granny1947 May 21, 2011 at 11:39 #

    Damn…there is another M in there somewhere!

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    • Tilly Bud May 21, 2011 at 11:43 #

      The alphabet really seems to have it in for you, Granny 🙂

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  6. eof737 May 21, 2011 at 12:03 #

    cute… it looks organic! 🙂

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    • Tilly Bud May 21, 2011 at 14:09 #

      It is! Well spotted. The Hub grew it in a pot.

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  7. Pseu May 21, 2011 at 12:29 #

    Nice blog, Tilly. It’s strange how sometimes our brains are able to switch off a train of thought, such as the idea that your father’s undiagnosed dementia may be hereditary. My Milly has constantly been anxious that she may become demented, as her mother did and it has been rather too big a factor in her life. Sadly.

    And I’d rather be a tomato brain than a pea brain, any day.

    Now I have my camera back I may be entering this photo challenge again 🙂

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  8. Tinman May 21, 2011 at 14:02 #

    You certainly don’t have it yet, or you couldn’t write the stuff you do.
    Oh, and far more than three people would miss you.

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    • Tilly Bud May 21, 2011 at 14:12 #

      Finally! It took forever for someone to pick up my massive hint. Tinman, a bag of Maltesers will be eaten in your honour.

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      • nrhatch May 21, 2011 at 14:43 #

        You know, if they demonstrate a link between Maltesers and Alzheimers . . . you’re in trouble. 😉

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  9. Mike Patrick May 21, 2011 at 15:14 #

    Alzheimer’s got Mom. It was difficult to watch the pieces of her life go missing: last-in-first-out. I try not to dwell on the heredity factor, but since Mom’s death, it has never been far from thought. I do Sudoku, crosswords, cryptograms, and attempt creative writing daily, hoping Viv is right and exercising the brain helps . . . maybe the writing is to leave that immortal footprint. I hadn’t thought about it that way.

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    • Tilly Bud May 21, 2011 at 16:59 #

      Mike, I’m so sorry about your Mom. It is a terrible disease, eventually harder on the family than the victim.

      Keep doing what you’re doing.

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  10. Tilly Bud May 21, 2011 at 17:00 #

    Nancy, you are hilarious 😀

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  11. kateshrewsday May 21, 2011 at 20:26 #

    Tilly, been mulling this post over all day: this is the result….I have come to the conclusion that none of us have a guarantee tomorrow will be there for us and none of us know what’s round the corner. I feel like a Russian getting sentimental over his tenth vodka, but here goes. Every day’s a gift: tempus fugit…

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    • Tilly Bud May 22, 2011 at 07:17 #

      I feel the same way; it’s why I don’t worry about the big things. Now, if I could find a reason to stop worrying about the small things…

      Thanks for the inspiration, Kate.

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  12. sarsm May 21, 2011 at 23:19 #

    Aw…
    I thought that picture was of a snooker ball at first. My eyes are deceiving me…

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  13. musings May 22, 2011 at 03:12 #

    7 out of 9 siblings on my father’s side had bad Alzheimers, including my dad. It scares me. Everytime I forget something, I wonder.

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    • Tilly Bud May 22, 2011 at 06:57 #

      But you are so active there’s hope for delay, at least. It is a terrifying illness, though.

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