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>Consumption of eggs is associated with a lower risk of being diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease for those 65 years and older, according to researchers at Loma Linda University Health Eating one egg per day for at least five days a week reduces risk of Alzheimer’s by up to 27%, researchers found. “Compared to never eating eggs, eating at least five eggs per week can decrease risk of Alzheimer’s,” said Joan Sabaté, MD, DrPH, a professor at Loma Linda University School of Public Health and the study’s principal investigator.

Archive: https://archive.today/FE2Fs From the post: >>Consumption of eggs is associated with a lower risk of being diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease for those 65 years and older, according to researchers at Loma Linda University Health Eating one egg per day for at least five days a week reduces risk of Alzheimer’s by up to 27%, researchers found. “Compared to never eating eggs, eating at least five eggs per week can decrease risk of Alzheimer’s,” said Joan Sabaté, MD, DrPH, a professor at Loma Linda University School of Public Health and the study’s principal investigator.
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It was confusion, followed by horror after my parents explained. I kinda wish they'd lied to me. Dementia/Alzheimers still legit scares the hell out of me.

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Re read what I said. If that don’t help, then you likely need to get right with The Lord, and accept you will go Home at one point, wether you want to or it.

Not dogging you, just digest what I said.

Yeah as an 8yr old, it was likely traumatic, like the time I was 10 or 11 and the neighbor walked in the front door and sat on our couch. Took a pillow and said this is mine. Brother and I were like da fuk? Grandma came over a little later and realized what was happening. Told us, “she is just older and sometimes when you get older you get sick and confused”

lol I said, you ai t like that. She said “I’ve been lucky” Grandma died of a decaying heart. They tried to prepare it but the arteries we’re degenerating in their hands “docs actual words”

After she died I found a little business card flip calendar page from 1984, she wrote on it “the day I lost my love” when my grandfather died of cancer.

She lived 7 more years and finally decided it was time to go home.

Interesting story there, what you see if you look. Her check book looked like a librarian and accountant had a kid. The last 4 weeks were gibberish, litteral chicken scratch.

Her brother told me years later she went on vacation with them (rv camping) on the second sat, she looked at him and said “I’m ready to go home”

He said well we will head back to (city) Tuesday. She said (city) is not my home, I’m ready to go home.

For a, what I still think was a true man of The Lord he failed to recognize it.

She was dead 4 weeks later.

When he told me, I knew. She knew. No one else in my family saw it.

She used to haunt my place (I bought it from dad) I renovated it. She’d raddle the pipes. I replaced all the pipes, there was nothing to raddle left. Finally one night o screamed at her, STOP IT, I know you are here, I’m good with it, if you don’t like what I’ve done then find a way to tell me how to change my direction, else let me get some sleep, I only thought you’d be proud of all of this.

Never happened again.

This was well before I found the path.

Strange how in hindsight all these things add up to now.

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Oddly enough, something similar happened with my great grandfather. My great grandmother had dementia and acted like a kid, if barely even that. She couldn't move, hear or see so well, but she didn't respond well to adults talking to her, but was able to mumble out some noises happily whenever anyone younger than 13 talked to her - the younger, the better she responded. It's like she knew, even with her eyesight mostly gone and almost entirely deaf.

She died, and at her funeral Great-Grandfather - who had so far kept his wits and gruffness about him - would just mumble "I wanna go home. I wanna go home." Even when he got home, he'd just mumble "I wanna go home. I wanna go home." Two weeks of that, and then he died of a heart attack in my uncles arms in the middle of the night after crawling down steps from his bed on the second story of his house.

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Upvoted because it’s only sad to us. It’s Heaven to them.

There is much more here than we can see.

Soon we will see more and more.

The awareness of God is rising. The jews will not stand a chance.

As Cash said, you (jews and evil) can go on for a long time, but sooner or later God is gonna gut you down