Brain cells that were once bright shiny colourful marbles

Now starting to dull and lose the vibrancy they once had

Some days they still shine but in a different light, in a different way

I have always had a self-deprecating type of humour, believing if we can’t laugh at ourselves then we have no right to laugh at anything

On my first appointment with a consultant regarding my possible early onset Alzheimer’s, I said I don’t think I am losing my marbles but

There might be the start of a hole in the bag

My only reason and concern for any type of diagnosis was, if there was to be any progressive downhill road then I wished to try to slow the journey as much as possible

Particularly out of concern for the younger part of my family

They are massively into dinosaurs and all things Marvel and DC superheroes

They might not fully understand that grandad is being defeated by his own invisible kryptonite

There's no more Hulk smash, Thor has lost his hammer and Superman can't fly anymore

I look and smile at a mug my grandsons bought me 

A dinosaur and a heart and the word – Grandadasauros – like a normal grandad but more RAWRSOME

I am not scared of dying but my situation shows and teaches how not to be scared of LIVING either

Part of living is pushing myself out of my comfort zone, which includes

Firstly writing words and then sharing them