My mother, Dorothy, did not laugh for over two years. It was “killing” me…. By Bob DeMarco Max wrote about the last great big laugh he heard from his Great Grams. It was obviously vivid in his mind. See The Plaid Pajamas and the Last Big Laugh. This reminded me of one of the saddest periods in my life. My mother didn’t laugh for over two years. She rarely smiled during this period. Severe heartache, it hurt. I would look over and there would be mom. The glassy eyed look, the stare into what must be either confusion or “nowhere”. The look of Alzheimer’s and dementia. Then the day came. I picked up the bible, the Alzheimer’s Action Plan , and I started reading through some of the pages I had dog eared. Page 82, The Less Than Trusty Thyroid. I read, “Get your thyroid tested. Nearly one in five people over the age of sixty has some degree of hypothyroidism, meaning a sluggish thyroid.

Original Source of Alzheimer’s: Mom Didn’t Laugh for Two Years and it was Killing Me