I can make a living will
I can write letters to Emmie
I can prepare the people in my life
I’ll know
Cons:
I’ll overthink it
I’ll worry
I’ll wonder if the test was right
I’ll know
I stare down at the notebook in front of me, tapping my pen against the paper. I’ve spent far too much time thinking about this. Then rethinking it. Should I get genetic testing done to find out if the Alzheimer’s is genetic?
I still don’t know. I growl and chuck the pen, sending it flying across the room and onto the floor. Miles walks into the bedroom with his eyebrows raised.
“Everything okay?”
I bite my lip. This is hard for me to talk about. It scares me to think his future could involve taking care of me when I barely remember him. It makes me want to throw up.