Crossroads 177-3-14 (ePub)

"I was holding the MRI protocol in my hands. Its content was terribly streamlined and incomprehensible. However, I am not a doctor to understand something there. But I understood the main thing: the trouble did not bypass me.
In fact, the disease is transmitted through the male line: the truth is that my great-grandfather lived to be seventy years old. The age is rather big, and the causes of death were indicated to be the most natural. My grandfather also lived a long life and left this world at the age of fifty-five. My father was not lucky: he did not live to be forty. The disease had never been seen in the female line before, although there were rumors that my grandmother began to move poorly in old age, but she lived to almost seventy, and it was hard to say whether the disease was to blame, or just old age. Nevertheless, all my respectable relatives lived their lives not to say that they were calm: there were wars, and duels, and they worked tirelessly, some raised virgin soil, some built factories in Siberia. Therefore, when I was born, my parents were even delighted, they say, at least I will live a normal life in the family. The father himself, when he felt that he was losing control of his body, went hunting with friends, where he volunteered to help clean the gun, and he blew his brains out while his hands could still hold the weapon. Mom almost did not cry, she only said that she always knew that this would end, and that it was impossible to shoot through something that was not there ... "