My brother and I were hiking a few months after our mom, Carol Peters, died in 2009. We had watched her slow, inexorable decline over the last decade due to Alzheimer’s disease. It had been a tough, sad and painful process.
As we walked along the trail, we discussed whether or not we wanted to get genetic testing to see if we inherited the “Alzheimer’s gene.” I started the hike convinced that, yes, I would get tested. I wanted to know – learning is good, knowledge is power, etc. My brother was less sure. We discussed the possible outcomes, trying to visualize how we would react.