XIII. July 29
Dear Dad,
It's been a year since we last went to the Puddlemere-Cannons game. This time last year, Gran was fine, but now her Alzheimer's is acting up. I didn't pay much attention to it in the beginning, but she lost her attention by halftime, and you know how much she loves Quidditch. And then she decided to throw her hat over the stands (we were seated in the box, as usual.) It didn't hurt anyone, luckily, but I'm worried that her Alzheimer's is progressing more rapidly than the doctors predicted. Erratic behaviour is one of the later symptoms of AD, bordering on mid-stage to late-stage AD, which means she might not even be able to go out soon… I want to take her to the Muggle doctors to see whether we can get a higher dosage of her meds. The clinical trials seems to be having some bumps in their methodology – Grandma's appointment has been pushed off for a few weeks already. In any case, I'll try to see what more the general medications will be able to do.
Other than that, the game was phenomenal. The game was pretty close the whole way, but in the end, it was Puddlemere who won. The Weasley's were pretty beat the rest of the day, but you can't win every battle, right? Wood offered to take me out with the Puddlemere team to celebrate the victory, since he knows how much I love the team, despite the rest of the family (and extended family) supporting the Cannons. I declined though – I had to watch Gran since I knew no one else would really be in the mood to. Last year, the Weasley's were on top of the world and now, it seems as if the world is against them. That's kind of what it feels like for me sometimes. At least I know I'll be celebrating tonight – especially with the new money I won from the bet!
Love always, Teddy