Today comes to me the granddaughter of a patient with Alzheimer's disease for another prescription for memantine. In the process, I ask how they are doing. I don’t know whether to cry or laugh. My grandfather drank. For the last couple of years, he forced a sober lifestyle, because he could not get to the store, and the children were not poured. He asked constantly. In general, for the New Year bought him a "little". He joyfully took her, long turned in his hands, but could not remember what to do with her next.