XV. November 2
Dear Dad,
I'm a mess, inside and out. I have to put up a brave front for Gran, but it gets harder each and every day when I can see her deteriorating so. And it's not going to get any better – because what we thought was helping her Alzheimer's was only the side effect of what turned out to be a neurodegenerative drug. So yes, we got the active treatment, but when the beta-amyloid plaques were deteriorated, they ended up clumping together and started forming pseudo-blood clots. They stopped the trial last week, after too many people started getting strokes, resulting in the paralysis or death of many patients. I'm glad that Gran's survived this long, but I can't help but feel that it might have been for the worse – and it was my fault because I insisted upon putting her on a clinical trial! She didn't want to, but Aunt Hermione and I pressured her into doing so, and now look where it's gotten her?! I wanted more time with the Gran I knew, but instead, I might not even have any time left with her. I don't know. I wish you were here.
Love always, Teddy