Forty-four-year-old Bob Charland of Springfield never had much free time.
Auto mechanic by day, bouncer by night, single dad all the time, he was the kind of guy who became a troop leader for his daughter’s Girl Scout troop and who learned sign language so he could teach an automotive class to deaf students.
He was always going. Then, about eight months ago, he noticed something was off.
“My right hand was shaking all the time,” Bob says. “My speech was going off. I was forgetting more and more.”