Using a jarred brain as a teaching tool, my dad showed my 8-year-old self how brains with Alzheimer’s disease become smaller, and how wide grooves develop in the cerebral cortex. But only after his death – and my mother’s confession about whose brain occupied that jar – did I figure out that my father was quite literally demonstrating how this disease runs through our heads.
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Waiting for the Forgetting to Begin
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