“I went to a doctor,” he continued.
“Then another. They did tests. Scans. Memory examinations.”
He looked away.
“I told you I was going to the dentist.”
My stomach twisted.
I remembered those appointments.
I’d even teased him about suddenly becoming so enthusiastic about dental care.
He drew a trembling breath.
Then said the words that shattered everything I thought I knew.
“Lee, I have early-onset Alzheimer’s disease.”
I stopped breathing.
On the screen, Mark rubbed his face.
“The doctor says it’s still early. There are treatments that may help manage some symptoms. She says I could have good years ahead of me.”
His eyes filled.
“But she also says my memory will get worse.”
He paused.
I watched his hands tremble.
“One day, I might forget our house.”
His voice cracked.
“I might forget Sophie’s name.”
Then he looked directly at the camera.
“And one day, Lee, I might forget you.”
