Don’t Forget

Old ladyI was sitting in the reception hall of the rehabilitation ward, waiting for Genia (not her real name), an old lady who needed interpretation. As she arrived, I heard her speaking very good English to the receptionist and wondered why she needed an interpreter.

Genia was about 62 years old. She looked beautiful and fit, but there was a bitter tone in her voice. On our way to the doctor’s office, she said to me, “I think I have started to forget things”. When I asked her about her family, she told me about her sons and her grandchildren, but could not remember where they lived. “Somewhere, not far from me. I cannot remember the name of the suburb”, she said. I do not remember the names of all the suburbs around mine, so at first, I did not think much of it.

The Doctor, a young man who looked 20 years old, asked Genia for her medical history.

“Do you have lung issues?” he asked.

“No, I am perfectly fine”, she answered.

“I can see here on the system that you admitted yourself to the emergency room 4 times in the last year for pain in your chest”, he kept asking nicely.

“Oh, that was nothing. Everyone has pain in the chest from time to time. Do not you?” she asked me.

I smiled and said, “No, not really”.

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