And yet, every time we try to have a serious public discussion about the end of life, there is a chorus of political vitriol about death panels. Speaking only for myself, I would rather die a violent and painful death than be among those I could only identify as strangers, while being angry, confused, and existentially lost for what could amount to years somewhere in the shadowy corridors of my own mind.
The Obama administration is setting an ambitious goal for having an effective treatment for Alzheimer's disease by 2025. Their budget, unfortunately, doesn't measure up to the gravity of the challenge, but if they try to invest more money in the effort, we surely can expect more filibusters on the horizon.
In the meantime, if I get Alzheimer's, I would rather that the money required to keep my body alive go instead to looking out for young people. How about you?