It’s another Monday. Who knows which? But this morning, there are no stairs and no cereal. Anna’s house has a guest room on the first floor and breakfast is always eggs with a side of medication along with a hefty glass of orange juice that is made a little thicker than usual due to your weak throat muscles. After breakfast you head to another appointment with the doctor. Doctor W, you remember. You’ve been feeling depressed. But at least this appointment doesn’t require a scan or blood drawing.