If there’s a more inhuman neurological disease than Alzheimer’s, I don’t want to know about it. Because the big “A” is bad enough. Stealing away precious memories and bodily functions alike, leaving behind a confused, amnesiac husk of a person when they should be enjoying the fruits of their labor and grandchildren. It’s not surprising a new study showing dramatic results in mice has spurred hope for some victims on the brink of no return:
(ABCNews) — Because bexarotene is already approved by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration for skin cancer, doctors can legally prescribe it “off-label” for other conditions. But Alzheimer’s experts urge families to temper their hope until the drug is proved safe and effective by years of clinical trials — a tall order for the country’s 5.4 million patients and 14.9 million caregivers. “At this point in time, it would really be unethical for a physician to prescribe the medication and, I think, foolish for the patient to take it,” said William Thies, chief medical and scientific officer for the Alzheimer’s Association.
I don’t know. Hopefully I’ll never have to find out. But if I was slipping away and there was no other hope in sight, I might just risk it. Really, what would someone in that position have to lose?