On November 3rd, 2013 I’ll be
running the New York City Marathon with the team “Athletes to End Alzheimer’s”
in honor of my grandmother Nina Evelia Velarde. My grandmother was diagnosed
with dementia just after suffering through a stroke.
I was young at the time but my
older brother, Thomas, explains the beginning of her decline best. “I remember
vividly our last trip to Panama before her illness really set it. The visit was
post-stroke, she was in a wheelchair and as we were leaving she was crying. At the
time I couldn't figure out why but I think it was her recognizing that she
would never see us again, at least see us again in an ideal condition.”
I’m running this marathon for all
those who have unfortunately experienced this exact moment. It’s the moment
when one realizes that they themselves or another will live an extremely
different and difficult life as a result of this disease.
Although her memory and cognitive
capabilities were slowly declining, there were some constants. When visiting
Ita, you could be assured that the movie, “The Court Jester” would be playing,
cards would be out and ready for a game of Gin Rummy, and a packet of Lorna
Doones would be resting on a table nearby.
Ita spent many years living in
Manhattan, teaching at Barnard College. She loved wandering around this city,
and as I run along the very streets she loved, I will be thinking of her. I’ll
also be running these 26.2 miles in honor of my father. The impact this disease
has had on him, watching the strongest woman he’s ever known struggle
physically and mentally, is beyond words.
Alzheimer’s is the six leading
cause of death in this country and while the number of all other
disease-related deaths have gone down over the past years, the percentage of
deaths as a result of Alzheimer’s continues to rise.
Please support me as I begin
training and fundraising with the team “Athletes to End Alzheimer’s”. Your
donation goes straight to the Alzheimer’s Association, which helps fund
research for a cure, hospital care and treatment centers, and families in need
living with the disease.
My family and I spent the last few
years of my grandmother’s life watching her re-live the good old days and
telling us which handsome man she had just gone out dancing with the night
before. My brother said, “It seemed as if she found the happiest time of her
life and decided that’s where she ought to be. Ita called me “Schweeeeteee” and
whenever I would say that to her she'd smile.”
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