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Speaking to E! News earlier this week, the singer-songwriter spoke candidly about the recovery process from the accident that apparently left her with a brain injury and memory loss

Grant, 63, is said to have hit a pothole while out riding her bike in Nashville in July 2022. Her initial injuries were considered minor, but she was held for observation and it now turns out that sheโ€™s still coming to terms with the effects of the crash.

โ€œI still have issues with my short term memory. My balance is still weird,โ€ Grant told E! News.

โ€œI made a joke about it last night. You know, sometimes I walk around like Iโ€™m drunk and I just have to laugh about all of it.โ€

She went on: โ€œI canโ€™t remember what I canโ€™t remember. I donโ€™t know if Iโ€™ll get back on a bike. Thereโ€™s so many great sports to enjoy and soโ€ฆ who knows.โ€

Not only that, but Grant revealed that doctors had found a cyst growing in her throat six months after her bike accident.

โ€œI had this five hour surgery and they took it out. I had to learn to sing again,โ€ she explained. โ€œI just felt like an old beat-up car that went in and got a paint job.โ€

The Cleveland Clinic describe thyroglossal duct cysts (the sort Grant had) as something people are born with. They are usually benign, though can impede a personโ€™s ability to eat and drink. In Grantโ€™s case, the cyst impeded her singing.

Grantโ€™s spell in hospital came after the Breath of Heaven singer, married to country music legend Vince Gill, underwent open-heart surgery in February 2021.

โ€œMy birth defect was an encroaching killer โ€” and I had no idea,โ€ Grant said at the time.

โ€œSo my advice would be take care of yourself. The world needs you. Even if you feel like everything is fine, you donโ€™t really know whatโ€™s going on inside.โ€

Hereโ€™s to wishing Amy Grant a clean bill of health moving forward. She deserves it after all sheโ€™s gone through!

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