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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？
失去的艺术并不难掌握，因为很多事情看上去都终究会失去，这种失去并不意味着灾难。我不是一个诗人，我只是一个患有早起阿兹海默症的普通人，正因为如此我发现我每一天都在学习失去的艺术，失去了我的理智和方向，失去了物件，失去了睡眠，最重要的是失去了记忆。我一生都在积累各种各样的记忆，某种意义上成为了我最珍贵的财产，我遇见我丈夫的那一晚，我第一次拿着我写的教科书的时候，有了孩子，交了朋友，环游世界，都是我生活的积累，都是我工作如此努力的原因，现在这一切都被剥夺了，你们可以想象或者你们也经历过，这简直是地狱，而且情况还在变糟，当我们早已不再是原来的自己，谁还能认证地对待我们呢？
