About eight years ago, when I was 52, I started feeling foggy, and had occasional lapses in memory. My wife, Mary, started to notice it, too, but I also have hearing issues so she thought that was the problem. My memory worsened very gradually over the years, and we lived with it, compensating as needed. I became less social. After about five years, it got to the point where we couldn’t keep making excuses or ignoring it. I had gone from doing our grocery shopping without a list, to going with a list, to having the list but not buying what was on it. Learn more about Harold’s story.