FROM THE ARCHIVE
Sep 01, 2018
2 minutes
Compiled by Jeff Nilsson
For a long time it was uncertain how much of a recovery she would make. “I’ve got no mind, you know,” she used to say, because she was hobbled by aphasia, which meant that she would often draw a blank on everyday words. Struggling, she. “You give me the sinkers. … I want a … a … want an oblogon.”
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