Five years ago I went with my grandparents to a neurology appointment. My grandfather cognitively was on a decline. It wasn’t rapid but it was noticeable enough to warrant medical attention.
My grandma and I sat in a waiting room as I listened to music, not knowing what was happening with my grandfather on the other side of the wall.
When the doctor brought us in to tell my grandmother of the results of his tests, I listened closely. In front of us, the doctor asked my grandpa a question about his memory.
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