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so I just talked with my grandmother on the phone. I talked to her last week and thanked her for the birthday card she sent me, and called this week to thank her for the valentine's day care she also sent me. she didn't remember talking last week, didn't remember that it had been valentine's day, didn't remember sending me a v-day card, couldn't figure out where she had just arrived home from yesterday (they were in des moines), thought that I was in the "people around the flagpole" throughout high school (I attended one meeting of "see you at the pole" prayer my freshman year), couldn't remember what it that was going on right now on TV (the olympics), and told me that what was most important in my life is that I continue being a good christian boy. all this, though, can't compare to the moment when she was like "Jess, I just can't make my brain work. The girl that works with me [physical therapist] tells me 'you're not dumb. it's only the disease.' Do you know that, Jess? I can't even talk anymore, and it makes me so sad..."
disease has to be one of the most heart-breaking things in the world.
disease has to be one of the most heart-breaking things in the world.