About eight or so years back, my dad started forgetting things. It was harmless at first, like losing an item he thought he’d put somewhere, but then it became more worrying. He’d get lost on his way home from work — a route he’d taken countless times before — and would have lapses where he could no longer recall names or where he was and what he was doing. As a doctor, he knew something wasn’t right, but other medical professionals failed to diagnose it as anything other than…
‘Ghost Boy’ Review: A Harrowing, Yet Life-Affirming Depiction of a Great Mind Trapped by Disease
