I’ve given strict instructions to my husband and children for when I lose my mind: Keep me laughing and keep me medicated. It’s not as morbid as it sounds. Okay, maybe it is. My mother’s side of the family is filled with autoimmune issues. A stroke and Lupus diminished my grandmother’s cognitive abilities to those of a child…
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