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Still Alice, Still Angela

“My yesterdays are disappearing, and my tomorrows are uncertain, so what do I live for? I live for each day. I live in the moment.”  –Lisa Genova, Still Alice

[Disclaimer: There will be some spoilers in this article if you haven’t seen the film or read the book yet.]

I just finished watching the film “Still Alice” (2014), based on the novel by Lisa Genova, which I’ve also read. Both the book and film are excellent in their moving and stark portrayal of a woman struggling prematurely from Alzheimer’s Disease. At only age 50, Alice Howland, a successful and prestigious linguistics professor, is diagnosed with familial early-onset Alzheimer’s.

The film depicts Alice’s journey with the disease, from the shocking Alzheimer’s diagnosis to how she and her family members cope with her increasing memory loss and disability. It’s a grim and heart-wrenching film, often difficult to watch at times. But it’s realistic and unpatronizing, shown by Alice’s daily struggles with small and large matters: misplacing her phone in the freezer for a month, getting lost at Columbia University where she teaches, fighting with her husband about missing an important dinner with his boss, forgetting who her own daughter is.

RA: A chronic debilitating disease

Similar to RA, Alzheimer’s is a chronic and debilitatingly degenerative disease. It’s also often misunderstood, isolating and imprisoning the patient in a world fraught with anxiety, fear, shame, guilt, and loneliness. While vastly different in many ways, both Alzheimer’s and RA cause the afflicted person to lose him or herself to the disease–physically, mentally and spiritually. It cruelly and indiscriminately steals life, snatching away one’s independence and shattering dreams for the future.

“I hate that this is happening to me,” Alice says to her husband John. “I wish I had cancer. I mean it. I wouldn’t feel so ashamed. When people have cancer, they wear pink ribbons for you, go on long walks, raise money. And you don’t have to feel like some kind of a social…[outcast].”1

Cancer, of course, is terrible and devastating and something that I wouldn’t wish upon anybody. Our lives have all been touched by it somehow, and there are always stories popping up in the media of fundraisers, charity events, and an outpouring of love and support for those battling the illness. “Cancer” isn’t a dirty word to mention in public. Hardly. Cancer patients are loved and honored and celebrated in the media and in everyday life. It’s the “cool” disease.

I do not mean in any way that having cancer is cool or something positive, of course. It’s not. My own father is fighting against prostate cancer right now and I’ve lost several close relatives to the disease. I also do not want to imply that people who have cancer have it easier than people with other diseases. If you’ve known anyone with cancer (and we all do), you know the hell they’ve gone through.

The point I’m trying to make, and that I hope you understand, is that as a cause, cancer is much more visible than other illnesses, such as RA or Alzheimer’s. It also receives a lot more support, financially and emotionally, compared to lesser known or talked about illnesses. I wish that RA, Alzheimer’s, lupus, Chrohn’s, and a whole host of other debilitating diseases received as much awareness and publicity.

I can relate a lot to where Alice is coming from, not having a “cool” or “popular” disease and wanting to swap mine for one that’s more accepted in society–if I must have one. Like Alzheimer’s, there’s a sort of stigma attached to having RA. You don’t want to appear weak or damaged to people, and you often feel the need to hide your pain and disabilities for fear of being judged. People just don’t get it. Maybe they’re unable to truly understand, not having the illness themselves, or maybe they don’t want to get it. Chronic, incurable illness is scary, especially when it’s degenerative and increasingly damages your quality of life. People don’t want to be reminded of their own fragile mortality.

One of the most moving scenes in the film is when Alice gives a speech at an Alzheimer’s Association conference. With her cognition and language functions growing steadily more impaired, she painstakingly works hard on her speech–a bit like the brilliant perfectionist academic she used to be. Standing in front of a crowd made up of fellow Alzheimer’s patients and her supportive neurologist, Alice delivers a strikingly honest message of holding onto hope (and herself), while in danger of losing everything.

We are not the disease

“This is not who we are, this is our disease,” Alice says. “For the time being, I’m still alive. I have things I want to do with my life. I’m not suffering, I am struggling. Struggling to be a part of things, to stay connected to who I once was.”

“Losing” is a recurring theme in the film: loss of memory, loss of health, loss of independence, loss of mental function, loss of confidence and self-esteem, loss of hope, loss of bodily and other physical functions, loss of trust, loss of work and career, loss of speech, loss of dignity, loss of stability, loss of identity–and the list could go on.

In her speech at the conference, Alice references the poet Elizabeth Bishop about “mastering the art of losing” in her famous poem, “One Art.” Here’s a small excerpt:

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster…

“I want to live in the moment,” says Alice. “And not beat myself up so much for mastering the art of losing.”

One of Alice’s daughters, Lydia, becomes a surprising source of support for Alice by the end of the film. At the beginning, we see that the two women have a somewhat contentious mother-daughter relationship: Alice disapproving of Lydia not going to college to become an actress, and Lydia feeling that her mother doesn’t understand her at all and is trying to control her life.

As the film progresses, along with Alice’s disease, Lydia becomes the person in Alice’s life who genuinely wants to understand what she’s going through and to support her. Despite their differences, she doesn’t want to lose her mother.

Good days and bad days

“What’s it like?” Lydia asks Alice as she helps her clear the plates off the table one night after dinner. “What does it actually feel like?”

“I have good days and bad days,” Alice replies. “On my good days, I can almost pass as a normal person…but I don’t know what I’m going to lose next.” Lydia stops what she’s doing and looks at her mother silently. She then quietly says, “That sounds horrible.”

Alice goes back to picking up dirty dishes, not replying to Lydia, maybe afraid of breaking down in front of her. But then she gives a little turn towards her daughter and says, “Thanks for asking.” They carry on cleaning up the rest of the plates in silence.

At the end of the film, Lydia recites to Alice a passage from a play she’s been studying: Tony Kushner’s “Angels in America.” Her eyes never leave her mother’s attentive face as she speaks of “souls rising, souls of the dead wheeling and spinning and floating up like skydivers in reverse.”

“Nothing is lost forever,” Lydia continues, sitting across from her mother. “In this world there’s a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind and dreaming ahead.” Lydia then gets up and seats herself next to Alice, her face close to her mother’s, her eyes still never leaving Alice’s.

“Did you like that?” Lydia asks softly, as Alice rocks her body back and forth, trying to respond. “What I just read. Did you like it?” Alice smiles and looks straight back at Lydia and tries to speak but can only make a faint grunting sound.

“What was it about?” Lydia asks, trying once again to get a response from her mother.

“Love,” says Alice slowly. “Love.”

“Yeah, Mom,” Lydia replies. “It was about love.”

Nothing is lost forever, I believe, if we have love. In spite of all of the things she loses, Alice is still Alice. And despite all of the parts of me that RA has stolen, I’m still Angela.



  • Grammy4
    3 weeks ago

    Lovely review of a powerful book & movie. I attended a lecture by Lisa Genova a few years ago. In addition to being a best selling author, she’s also a neuroscientist. So she understands the diseases she writes about as only a scientist can, at the same time showing her readers the progression of the decline of the person involved. My paternal grandmother had early onset Alzheimer’s- when I was very young. I never knew her as she was before. But I did see her long years of increased confusion & decline. She didn’t know her own name before her death. And the family never talked about it. Her son, my father, was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s shortly before his death at 85. We were shocked at first, as he was living in his home & doing everything for himself. -fiercely Independent. But realized too late that most of him was gone before we accepted it.
    Anyway, I was in tears at her lecture & afterwards all I could do was to thank her for writing a book for everyone touched by this disease. It’s not something to fear & ignore-denial doesn’t help. Only love & caring.

  • Connie Rifenburg
    3 months ago

    I could barely get through your explanation of Lydia and Alice. Why? Because my mom had Alzheimer’s. She passed in 2011, and even though that is 8 yrs ago, so much has been learned and is being learned about Alz. I know I have learned so much I wish I had known before to have been able to understand and be patient with my mother and her changes. More like Lydia.

    I wasn’t though. There are so many places to learn about working with Alz patients now and things that can be done for them instead of doping them up to make it easier on the ALF staff. I get angry now that I know and understand that what “they” told us, was not true. It wasn’t my mother’s fault that she did what she did, it was the disease. She wasn’t being nervous or belligerent. Oh, how I wish I had known what it was she was needing to help her to have lived better.

    There is a website: It is the most wonderful approach to Alz. and is due to one woman who cared for her mother and learned what could have made things better.

    She advocates now for people to understand by asking them how THEY might react if THEY were in the Alz. patient’s position.

    She asks you questions about what you might do, say, or act out, if you were forced to sit in a chair that was uncomfortable, in the same position, hungry, having to go to the bathroom, wanting to change the channel, wanting to talk to someone, wanting to say you are sleepy… AND YOU COULDN’T. Would you begin to shout? wiggle? pound your fists? attempt to get out of the chair and fall? become angry because no one is paying attention? shout and hit out at people? wet yourself? cry? sleep?

    Alzheimer’s patients are just people who want the same things you would want — they just can’t ask for it anymore. She gives way to find out what they want. To look around and listen more, and to be their advocate when you see something isn’t right. Speak out for them and be their voices. Even when it isn’t “nice”.

    This is why I feel like crying when I hear you describe this movie and book. No, even after 8 yrs. I don’t think I could watch it, but if you have friends or relatives who are dealing with Alzheimer’s, I encourage you to visit this website!

    My mother had Alz. But she also had RA. She had OA. She had Glaucoma. She had Wet Macular Degeneration and I do too.

    My mother was 88 when she passed. I am 67. I have symptoms of early stages of Alz. Some Drs rate the 7 stages and I am between 2 and 3. I have had the 4 hr testing after failing the simple memory test on line, and then a different simple test in my Dr. office. After going for the advanced testing I was told to come back in a year and they could now compare my decline to a “known” starting point. I am slowly going blind with the Glaucoma and Wet Mac. Deg. I get a shot in each of my eyes every month to delay the inevitable and I use 2 kinds of eye drops 3 times a day for the Glaucoma. It slows the loss down but 2 yrs ago I had to stop driving and no more reading just audio books. I use a 55″ TV as my computer screen but can only see it because I’m 12″ from it. Across the room it is so much of a challenge some days it’s just not worth trying to follow a movie. (Think of a dark screen

    I understand now Mom. I saw how she lost all these things that I’m loosing but I didn’t understand why she didn’t want to watch TV or go out to unfamiliar places for lunch Why even playing Bingo was a challenge when you can’t recognize the cards fast enough. Now I do.
    It was because of her age that we blamed much of her confusion on old age; but I won’t have the same excuse. I can still tell people what is happening and why I can’t do certain things.

    Here’s the catch. To look at me, I look healthy except walking with a cane. Friends and family say things like – “just “try” to do this or that”, or the one that is most aggravating “you’re just not trying”.

    Sure, they’ll say encouraging things at times, they’ll say things like “just call and I’ll come get you” or “I’ll help”. That’s nice, but we all know how “just” having RA interferes with relationships, try adding in blind and forgetfulness. I’ll leave that to your imagination.

    What is my point? Hmm I’ve forgotten. 🙂 No, I haven’t really. My point is: I DIDN’T KNOW how to help my mom. Now I do…. too late.

    Learn how to help people who may have those invisible diseases and know that they are STILL who they once were. I’m still Connie.

  • Grammy4
    3 weeks ago

    Oh and try to see the movie or the book. They are really wonderful & help to understand the disease

  • Grammy4
    3 weeks ago

    Thanks Connie-boy can I relate to your post. Thanks for the website suggested.

  • Lawrence 'rick' Phillips
    3 months ago

    I have seen people with Alzheimer’s unable to recognize their children, but able to sing every word of a Frank Sinatra song. It is never really gone, it is just locked away at the moment, When it comes out it is amazing.

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