Hate has become sterilized as a word. We’ve used it too often in situations or in describing things or people that did not warrant the use of the word. Like killing a fly with a sledgehammer.
We use the word hate to describe how much we dislike a vegetable or a T.V. show.
I hate Alzheimer’s. I hate it with a passion.
I hate what it does to people. People who used to be vibrant, sharp and intelligent. I hate how it slowly strips away who they were one precious memory at a time. I hate how it robs people of their dignity. I hate how it reduces people to mere shadows of their former selves.
I hate what it has done to my mom.
And I mean hate in the strictest sense of the word with all the fury and loathing I can put into the meaning behind it.
I. HATE. Alzheimer’s.