On more than one occasion, when I was a young boy, my grandmother roamed the streets of Washington, D.C. at night. One night she was picked up by the police, and ultimately placed in a home with others “like her.” Back then, these types of events were attributed to old age and senility.
Today, my mother is living with Alzheimer’s disease – just like my aunt and grandmother. And at the age of 66, I am living with mild cognitive impairment (MCI).
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