I should’ve known it was coming for me — the fog, the forgetting, the cognitive impairment. My father, his brother, their mother, their grandmother all had it... I just didn’t expect how it would come for me. At 54, it seems my forgetting is linked to a neurodegenerative disease. But even before my own memory and language issues began, I’d written about and wondered what my own neurological inheritance might be. In 1981, I spent several afternoons in the peacefully lamp-lit office of an elderly,