Dr. Ghee

Dr. Ghee

Written and Illustrated by William J. Ryan

Copyright 2018 William J. Ryan

Published by William J. Ryan at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

About William J. Ryan

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Introduction

This is a story of one man’s fight to overcome dementia, the disease that took the life of his father and his father’s father. Both men died at their own hand before the disease, better known as Alzheimer’s, took its full effect.

The thought of the consumption of his brain by such a debilitating disease became all consuming. Both he and his wife became rescuers to try to discover a cure for this before it is too late for him. Decades passed with no suggestions and, for him, time was running out. One chance lay before him that offered a cure but it was not legal in this country, and it was risky to say the least.

This man is my father, Doctor Ghee and the results of his self-imposed mind-altering experiment are detailed within this book. The surprising outcome takes the human mind to new levels never seen before. The limitless expansion and growth potential that lives within all of us could be tapped as well, if you want to take the same risks.

I start by offering you some background from diaries and verbal history, to help explain my father’s desperation to take such actions.

Chapter One

A Son’s Memories

My name is Doctor Robert Ghee and I am the fourth generation of doctors in this family. My father’s (Dr. John Ghee) memories were clear as he spoke of his early recollections of his father Dr. James Ghee and his grandfather, Dr. Carl Ghee. His first memories as a child were of a loving home and a nice family. This is our family’s story and I offer it to you first hand when possible.

From James’ diary, (my grandfather) I was not born into a family of drug addicts or blue collar workers, but refined, gifted and talented people. My father, Carl was a doctor and at that time it did not ensure a great living. But it was honest work and my dad did enjoy it so. They had one son that they named John - me.

Told to me first hand from my dad John, My dad, James, was intently involved in helping people and never gave much thought about money; just the pursuit of his profession and caring for his family.

"My mother Jane was a nurse and met my dad at the hospital, where they both fell in love. I remember how much Mom loved art when I was young and the house was always filled with art projects she was working on. The walls of our home are covered with her art and today it is a nice memory to have been raised surrounded by all that talent."

"I was lucky because I had my grandfather Carl, when I was young. Mostly, I remember he drove a big long black car and he always smelled like cigars. I don’t remember my grandmother; she passed on before I came along."

"Every Sunday the whole family would go to the cemetery to visit Grandma and lay flowers on her grave. Carl would tell stories of the days before the war and how he had fought in the Great War. That was before we started numbering them."

"Dad, (James) would tell how his father, Carl, came back from that war with nerve damage from the gases they used at that time." It was 1917.

"Dad, (James) spoke angrily over his memories of his father Carl’s hands trembling. He could no longer pursue his profession as a doctor and had to retire at an early age. He ended up living in a YMCA downtown, when they rented rooms. The kids would make fun of him and slam doors to make him jump, for fun. The damage was that severe and children can be that cruel."

"When Dad (James) found out, he brought him into our home to live. Years before that, he had to put himself through medical school and he could not take care of him. It was before he was married that he began caring for his dad; those were the depression years. Later he met his bride and they had one living child."

"Dad, (James) fought in the next war as a medic. It was World War II. He would tell how the whole country was involved in the gathering of metal and old tires, and everyone was on food rations back then. His dad (Carl) stayed home and raised chickens in the backyard. He returned home from the war to find that his dad had a small farm in the backyard and was selling eggs to the neighbors, for extra money."

John went on to say, I guess I was about ten at the time. I remember because I was pulled out of public school and sent to a private school. I told my parents that I was bored at school and found myself reading all the time. The other kids were involved in their stupid games and I could never get excited or find entertainment, in chasing a ball like a dog.

"It was at that time in my life when I had the whole world in front of me that I found out about the family curse. We were at the cemetery when I asked Dad, (James) how his father (Carl) died. Mom (Jane) tried to stop him, but I kept pushing so Dad told her it was ok. Seems Granddad (Carl) had dementia or as we call it today, Alzheimer’s. He told me how he was at work one day and his wife went shopping for food, leaving Granddad home alone. Granddad was struggling with losing his mind and did not want to end up like his father, who was in a mental institution. He remembered watching his father’s life end and had vowed that he would not go that way. So my wife came home to find him dead in the backyard. He had taken the gun that he saved from the first war and had blown his brains out, leaving a letter for us behind."

Letter dated July 17th 1948

Dear James,

I am sorry to leave you this way but I will not end up like my dad in that horrible place. He did not know who I was or where he was. I promised myself I would find another way. Please forgive me but today is the right time. I go to join him, Mom and my wife.

Your loving father, Carl

At this point I offered my father (John) a break from the stories of our past but he was on a roll and wanted to keep going.

"This was the first time I had heard,