The doctor comes out of the exam room to talk with Danny. He’s young but pragmatic. “Look, I could run a battery of tests, but it’s readily apparent that your uncle has dementia, exacerbated by late-stage, chronic alcoholism. His liver is shot, he’s losing control of his bodily functions, his mental acuity is fading fast. He’ll show flashes of his old self, but he’s going to need full-time residential care.” Danny thought his old man would put up more of a fight about going into a home, but he doesn’t. “I get my own room?” Marty asks. “You get your own room.” “And the nurses will give me hand
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