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By Joel Shurkin
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In SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN May 2020 pages 24-25
Joel Shurkin has written nine books on science and the history of science. He has taught science writing at Stanford University, the University of Alaska and the University of California, Santa Cruz.
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Á¦ ¾Æ³», ij·Ñ ÇÏ¿öµå Carol Howard ´Â, ±×³àÀÇ 60´ë Ãʱ⿡ Á¶±â¹ßº´ ¾ËÃ÷ÇÏÀÌ¸Ó Áø´ÜÀ» ¹Þ°Ô µÇ¾ú´Ù. ³ª´Â õõÈ÷ ±×³àÀÇ ¸Á°¡Á®°¡°í ÀÖÀ½À» ´«À¸·Î º¸¾Ò°í, ±×³àÀÇ ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î ¸¶À½ÀÇ °¢ ºÎºÐÀÌ Â÷·Ê·Î ÇØÃ¼µÇ°í ÀÖ´Â °ÍÀ» ÁöÄѺ¸¾ÒÀ¸¸ç, ±×³à°¡, ¿©±â¿¡ ¾øÁö¸¸, Àß, ÀÖ¾úÀ» ¶§±îÁö ¼¼È÷ »ç¶óÁ®°¡´Â ±×³àÀÇ Áö°¢·Â sentience À» ÁöÄѺ¸¾Ò´Ù. ¡ë My wife, Carol Howard, was diagnosed with earlyonset Alzheimer¡¯s in her early 60s. I slowly watched her disintegrate, watched her beautiful mind be deconstructed part by part, watched sentience slowly fade until she was, well, not here.
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¾à ¿©¼¸ ÇØµé Àü¿¡ ÀÌ»óÇÑ ÀϵéÀÌ ¿ì¿¬È÷ ÀϾ±â ½ÃÀÛÇß´Ù. ij·ÑÀº ¶§¶§·Î Á¤½ÅÀ» ÀÒ¾ú¾ú´Ù. ±×³àÀÇ ¼º¿åÀº »ç¶óÁ³´Ù. ¾î´À ³¯ ¹ã ±×³à´Â ÆÄÀÏ ´Ù¿î·Îµå ¹æ¹ýÀ» Àؾî¹ö·È±â ¶§¹®¿¡ ±×³àÀÇ »ç¹«½Ç ÄÄÇ»ÅÍ ¾Õ¿¡ ¾É¾Æ¼ ¿ï°í ÀÖ¾ú´Ù. ±×³à´Â Ã¥ ÀбâµéÀ» Áß´ÜÇß´Ù. °ð ÀÇÇÐÀû °Ë»ç°¡ ÀÖ¾ú°í ÀÌ¾î¼ ±× °øÆ÷ÀÇ Áø´ÜÀÌ ÀÖ¾ú´Ù. ¡ë About six years ago odd things began to happen. Carol blacked out occasionally. Her libido disappeared. One night she sat in front of her office computer weeping because she had forgotten how to download a file. She stopped reading books. Soon there was medical testing, and then the dreadful diagnosis.
±×³à´Â ¿©ÀüÈ÷ »êÃ¥À» ÁÁ¾ÆÇßÁö¸¸ ±æÀ» Àұ⠽ÃÀÛÇßÀ¸¸ç, ±×·¡¼ ³ª´Â ±×³à¿¡°Ô GPS ÃßÀû±â¸¦ Áá¾ú´Ù. ±×³à°¡ ½º½º·Î ±æÀ» ãÁö ¸øÇßÀ» ¶§, ³ª´Â ±×³à¸¦ µ¥·Á¿À°Å³ª, ÀÌ¿ô Áß ÇÑ ¸íÀÌ ±×³à¸¦ ÁýÀ¸·Î µ¥·Á¿À°Ô µÉ °ÍÀÌ´Ù. ÇÑ ¹ø ±×³à´Â Áý (Á¦´ë·Î Àá±âÁú ¾Ê¾Ò´ø)¿¡¼¿¡ ³ª¿ÔÀ¸¸ç ±× °Å¸®À§¿¡¼ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ Áö¸£±â ½ÃÀÛÇß´Ù. Ãß¼ö °¨»çÀý °¡Á· ¸ðÀÓ¿¡¼ ±×³à´Â ¿ì¸® ħ½ÇÀ» ¶°³ª ¹þÀº ä·Î ±× Áý¾ÈÀ» ¾î½½··¾î½½·· °É¾î ´Ù³æ´Ù. »óȲµéÀÌ ³ªºüÁ³À» ¶§, ±×³à´Â °Å½Ç ÀÇÀÚ¿¡ ¸î ½Ã°£µé µ¿¾È ¾É¾Æ ÀÖ¾úÀ¸¸ç, ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ÀÀ½ÃÇÏÁú ¾ÊÀ» ¶§, ±×³àÀÇ ¿µ±¤½º·¯¿î ´«µ¿ÀÚµéÀÇ ±× ºûÀº Á×¾îÀÖ¾ú´Ù. ³ª´Â ±×³à¿¡°Ô ¸»À» °É°í, ±×³à¿¡°Ô ³» ÇÏ·ç¿¡ ´ëÇØ À̾߱âÇϸé¼, ±×³à°¡ ³ªÀÇ ¸»À» µé¾ú°Å³ª ÀÀ´ä ÇÒ °ÍÀ̶ó°í »ý°¢ÇÒ¸¸ÇÑ ±× Àϸ»ÀÇ ±î´ßµµ ¾øÀÌ, ¸»ÇØÁÖ¾ú´Ù. Áý¿¡ ¿ì¸® µÑÀÌ ÀÖ¾úÁö¸¸ ³ª´Â ¿ÜÅçÀ̰¡ µÇ¾ú´Ù. ¡ë She still loved walking, but she started getting lost, so I gave her a GPS tracker. When she could not find her way on her own, I would fetch her, or one of our neighbors would bring her home. One time she got out of the house (which had not been locked properly) and started shrieking in the street. At a family Thanksgiving gathering she left our bedroom and walked about the house naked. When things got worse, she would sit for hours in a living room chair, staring at nothing, the light in her glorious eyes dead. I would talk to her, tell her about my day, without the slightest reason to think she heard me or would respond. There were two of us in the house, but I was alone.
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±× ¸¶Áö¸· ³¡Àº »ç¶óÁöÁú ¾ÊÀ» ÇÑ À̹ÌÁöÀÌ´Ù. ij·ÑÀº 2019³â 10¿ù 25ÀÏ Á¤¿À¿¡ Çѳª¿Í ÇÑ Ä£±¸°¡ ±×³àÀÇ ¼ÕµéÀ» Àâ°í, ±×³àÀÇ ¸öÅëÀ» ¾à°£ µé¾î ¿Ã·ÈÀ» ¶§, ÇÑ À¸¸£··°Å¸®´Â ¼Ò¸® gurgling sound ¸¦ ³»¸é¼ µÚ·Î ³Ñ¾îÁö¸é¼ »ç¸ÁÇß´Ù. ³ª´Â ±×³àÀÇ ´«µ¿ÀÚ¸¦ °¨°ÜÁÖ¾ú´Ù. ±×°ÍÀº ±×³àÀÇ 70Áֳ⠻ýÀÏ ÇÑ ´Þ ÀüÀ̾úÀ¸¸ç ¿ì¸®ÀÇ 28Áֳ⠱â³äÀÏÀÇ ÇÑ ´Þ ÀüÀ̾ú´Ù. ¡ë The end is an image that will not go away. At noon on October 25, 2019, with Hannah and a friend holding her hands, Carol raised her body slightly, made a gurgling sound and fell back, dead. I closed her eyes. It was a month before her 70th birthday and a month before our 28th anniversary.
ÇϳªÀÇ °á°ú´Â ÀçÁ¤ÀûÀÎ Àç¾Ó¤Ñ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¿ª±â´É °Ç°°ü¸® ½Ã½ºÅÛ ¼Ó¿¡¼ ¸¹Àº ¹Ì±¹ÀεéÀÌ À¯ÀÏÇÏ°Ô °¡´ÉÇÑ ³¡Àå Á¾¸» possible end¤ÑÀÌ´Ù. ¿ì¸®´Â ¹ý·ü¹®Á¦µé (12,000 ´Þ·¯)¸¦ ó¸®Çϱâ À§ÇØ º¯È£»çµéÀ» °í¿ëÇØ¾ßÇß´Ù. ³ª´Â ij·ÑÀÇ ¿ä¾ç¿ø¿¡ ´ëÇØ ÇØ¸¶´Ù ¾à 8¸¸ ´Þ·¯ÀÇ ºñ¿ëÀ» ÁöºÒÇϱâ À§Çؼ´Â ¸Þ¸±·£µå ÀǷẸÀåÁ¦µµ ÀÚ°ÝÀ» °®Ãß±â À§ÇØ ³ª ÀÚ½ÅÀÌ °¡³¾ßÇÑ´Ù°í ¿ì¸®ÀÇ º¯È£»çµéÀÌ ÀÏ·¯ÁÖ¾ú´Ù: ¿ì¸®ÀÇ º¯È£»çµéÀº ³»°¡ ±× ÀºÇà¿¡¼ 2,500 ´Þ·¯ ³Ñ°Ô °¡Áú ¼ö ¾ø´Ù°í ¸»Çß´Ù. ¿ì¸®´Â ij·ÑÀÇ ÅðÁ÷ ±â±ÝµéÀ» ½á¾ßÇß°í, ±×¸®°í ³ª´Â ¿ì¸® ÁýÀ» Æ÷±âÇØ¼ ¾ÆÆÄÆ®·Î ÀÌ»çÇØ¾ß¸¸ Çß¾ú´Ù. ³» ÀλýÀº ÀÌÁ¦ °Å²Ù·Î µÇ¾î°¡°í ÀÖ´Ù. ¡ë One result was financial disaster—the only possible end for many Americans in our dysfunctional health care system. We had to hire lawyers to handle the legal issues ($12,000). I was told that to pay for Carol¡¯s nursing home, which cost about $80,000 a year, I had to impoverish myself to qualify for Maryland Medicaid: our attorneys said that I could have no more than $2,500 in the bank. We had to spend Carol¡¯s retirement funds, and I had to give up our house and move into an apartment. My life now is upside-down.
±×·³ ³ª´Â ±×³à¸¦ ¾î¶»°Ô ±â¾ïÇØÇÒ±î? ±×³àÀÇ ¼èÅð¿Í Á×À½Àº ´õ ÃÖ±ÙÀÇ °ÍÀ̹ǷÎ, ±×·¡¼ ±×µéÀº ÀÚ¿¬½º·´°Ô ´õ °·ÂÇÑ ±â¾ïµé·Î ´Û¾Æ ¼±´Ù. ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ª´Â ¾ËÃ÷ÇÏÀÌ¸Ó º´ÀÇ ±× °øÆ÷¿Í ¼ö¸ð indignity ¸¦ ¾î¶»°Ô ´Ù·ç¾ß ÇÏ´Â °É±î? ºûÀÌ ¾îµÎ¿öÁø ±× ´«µ¿ÀÚµéÀϱî? ´õ·¯¿öÁø ±âÀú±ÍµéÀϱî? ¹Ì¿Ï¼ºµÈ ¹®ÀåµéÀϱî? ÅÖ ºó ÀºÇà °èÁÂÀϱî? ±× ºÐ³ëÀϱî? ¡ë So how do I remember her? Her decline and death are more recent, so they are naturally stronger memories. But how do I deal with the horror and indignity of Alzheimer¡¯s? The eyes whose light had dimmed? The soiled diapers? The unfinished sentences? The empty bank account? The anger?
³ª´Â ´ç¿¬È÷ À̰͸¸Àº ±â¾ïÇØ¾ßÇÑ´Ù: 3 ¿¬¹Ý Àü¿¡, ij·ÑÀÌ ¼èÅðÇϱâ Àü¿¡, ³ª´Â ¼¼°è ÃÖ°íÀÇ À½¾Ç Áß ÇϳªÀÎ ¿Õ¸³ Äܼ¼¸£Æ®Ç캸 °üÇö¾Ç´Ü Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra ÀÌ ¾Ï½ºÅ׸£´ã¿¡¼ ³»°¡ ÁÁ¾ÆÇÏ´Â À½¾Ç¤ÑGustav Mahler's Resurrection Symphony¤ÑÀ» ¿¬ÁÖÇϰí ÀÖÀ½À» ¾Ë°Ô µÇ¾ú´Ù. ij·ÑÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ °¡¾ßÇÑ´Ù´Â °Í¿¡ µ¿ÀÇÇß´Ù. ¡ë I should remember this: Three and a half years ago, before Carol¡¯s decline became precipitous, I found out that the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra, one of the world¡¯s best, was playing my favorite piece of music—Gustav Mahler¡¯s Resurrection Symphony—in Amsterdam. Carol agreed that we had to go.
±× ÄܼƮ´Â Ãæ°ÝÀûÀ̾ú´Ù. ±× ÈÄ ¿ì¸®´Â, ±× Å« µµ½Ã¸¦ ¹¬¹¬È÷ ±× ¼Ò¸®¸¦ Á׿´´ø ÇÑ °¡º¿î ¾È°³ ¼Ó¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ÇÑ ÀÜµð °ø¿øÀ» °¡·Î Áú·¯, ¼ÕÀ» Àâ°í, °É¾ú´Ù. ij·ÑÀº ÇѸ¶µðµµ ÇÏÁú ¾Ê¾Ò´Ù. ³ª´Â ±×³àÀÇ ¾ó±¼¿¡¼ ´ÙÀ½°ú °°Àº °ÍÀ» ±¸º°ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ¾ú´Ù. ±×³à´Â, ÀÌÁ¦±îÁö ´õ Àß, ±×³à°¡ Âü¼®Çؼ ¾Ë°í ÀÖ¾ú´ø, ¸»·¯ Mahler °¡ ±×ÀÇ ¿Á¤ÀûÀÎ À½¾Ç¿¡¼ ¹¹¶ó°í Çß´ø °ÍÀ̵ç, ±×³à´Â ÀÌÇØÇß´Ù´Â, ±× Ç¥Á¤À̾ú´Ù. ±×´Â ±×³à Âʰú ¿¬¶ôÀÌ ´ê¾Ò¾ú´ø °ÍÀÌ´Ù. °úÇÐÀÚµéÀÌ ¸»ÇÏ´Â À½¾Ç °¨»ó music appreciation Àº ¾ËÃ÷ÇÏÀÌ¸Ó º´°ú ÇÔ²² ÇØ¾ß ÇÏ´Â Àϵé ÁßÀÇ ÇϳªÀÌ´Ù. ±î´ßÀº ±×°ÍÀÌ ±× µÎ³ú ¼Ó¿¡¼ 󸮵Ǵ °÷ÀÌ ¶§¹®ÀÌ´Ù. ¡ë The concert was stunning. Afterward we walked, holding hands, across a grassy park in a light mist that muted the great city. Carol said not a word. I could tell from her face that she was present and aware and, better yet, that whatever Mahler was saying in his passionate music, she had understood. He had gotten through to her. Scientists say music appreciation is one of the last things to go with Alzheimer¡¯s because of where it is processed in the brain.
±×°ÍÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ »ç¶ûÀ» ³ª´©¾ú´ø ¸¶Áö¸· ½Ã°£À̾ú°í ±×¸®°í ³»°¡ ij·ÑÀ» ¾î´À ÀÏÁ¤½Ã°£ µ¿¾È¤Ñ±× »ì¾ÆÀÖ´Â, Çö¸íÇϰí, ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î ij·Ñ¤ÑÀ» µÇµ¹¾ÆºÃ´ø ¸¶Áö¸· ½Ã°£À̾ú´Ù. ±× ¿©¸§ÀÇ ÆÄ¶õ ´«µ¿ÀÚµéÀÇ ±× ij·Ñ ÀÌ´Ù. ³ª´Â ÀÚ²Ù¸¸ ³» ÀÚ½ÅÀ» »ý°¢³ª°Ô ¸¸µç´Ù. ¡ë It was the last time we made love and the last time I had Carol back for any length of time—the living, wise, beautiful Carol. The Carol of the summer-blue eyes. I keep reminding myself.
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