"We Are Not Alone"

work, and I certainly don’t want to give you a guarantee, you owe it to the community of Alzheimer’s patients everywhere, to allow us to administer a dose to your husband. We have nothing to lose!” Michael’s father said convincingly.

At first there was complete silence. Then Sara Redman sniffled and wiped back her tears.
“My daughter is visiting with friends on the big island, Hawaii. Meet me with Jack and his nurse at Maui Medical . . ..”

Sara gave John all of the details and then John called radiology at the hospital and set things up, ASAP.

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Michaels father had seen it all before and much to often. He studied the CAT scan of his patient, Dr. Jack Redman. John expected the worst after observing Jack in his frail, emaciated, almost unconscious state. The Radiograph showed that the disease besieged Jack’s entire brain. It was severely atrophied and the Hippocampus was about a third of its normal size. He wore a poker face however, unwilling to disclose his sense of alarm to Sara, who was standing next to Michael. The nurse waited outside.
Dr. Price retracted the syringe in his hand and injected the medication directly into the Hippocampus via the tiny hole he drilled moments earlier through Jack’s skull, at a position just to the rear of his right ear. In the interim, Jack was hooked up to a critical