Terry Pratchett has revealed that he has a rare form of early onset Alzheimers. He says there is still time for a few more books. He says he only wants to hear from fans ‘if they are advanced chemists’. That I’m sure is said with dark humour, rather that a push off attitude. All the platitudes in the world can not do anything about the steady creep of the disease.
Alzheimers and other dementia is possibly the cruellest thing. You brain is who you are. Beckham could lose both legs, but he would still be Beckham. For a human not to be able to trust their brain is the cruellest trick of nature.
The only upside for Pterry is he has sold 55 million books, so is not short of a bob or two- he will be able to afford all those drugs that the NHS can’t. I mention this not out of any malice, or “he’s loaded”, but in the hope that the progress is slow enough that when the body finally goes he is still Rhianna’s father. Best wishes Terry, you’ve touched a lot of people in the last 30 years, hopefully you still have the odd tale left in you.
Where the falling angel meets the rising ape…