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The art of losing isn't hard to master,so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost,and their lost is no disaster.I'm not a poet,I'm a person living with early on-set Alzheimer's.And as that person,I find myself learning the art of losing every day.Losing my bearings,losing objects,losing sleep,but mostly,losing memories.All my life,I have accumulated memories,they have become in a way my most precious possessions.The night I met my husband,the first time I held my textbook in my hands,having children,making friends,travelling the world,everything I've accumulated in life,everything I've worked so hard for,now all that is being ripped away.As you can imagine,or as you know,this is hell,but it gets worse.Who can take us seriously when we are so far from who we once were？
失去的藝術并不難掌握，因為很多事情看上去都終究會失去，這種失去并不意味著災難。我不是一個詩人，我只是一個患有早起阿茲海默癥的普通人，正因為如此我發現我每一天都在學習失去的藝術，失去了我的理智和方向，失去了物件，失去了睡眠，最重要的是失去了記憶。我一生都在積累各種各樣的記憶，某種意義上成為了我最珍貴的財產，我遇見我丈夫的那一晚，我第一次拿著我寫的教科書的時候，有了孩子，交了朋友，環游世界，都是我生活的積累，都是我工作如此努力的原因，現在這一切都被剝奪了，你們可以想象或者你們也經歷過，這簡直是地獄，而且情況還在變糟，當我們早已不再是原來的自己，誰還能認證地對待我們呢？
