John sits frozen in his office. His eyes cling to the paper you, his beloved spouse, just slammed on his desk in tears. It’s a diagnosis from the doctor you went to see.

Early onset dementia.

John thinks his world may be falling apart. The words echo through his mind, taunting him. He can almost hear the sound of a clock ticking. The precious time he has left with you running out.

It’ll most likely be years before dementia begins affecting your daily life in major ways, and the progression can be slowed through various means like a healthy, stress-free lifestyle and keeping your mind active.

Nonetheless, it’s happening. And for once John can’t protect you. He is helpless to watch and do his best to support you every step of the way.

“C’mere, darlin’.” John stands up and pulls you into his arms. He leans his forehead against yours and his hands cradle your head gently. “We’ll get through this,” he promises with a heavy voice.

“You know damn well I’m a stubborn, relentless bastard — God knows why you ever gave me a chance.” He huffs and his grip tightens ever so slightly.

“And if I have to eventually remind you of our love and make you fall for me all over again, and again, and again for the rest of our lives…”

John’s lips meet your forehead, his beard scratching over your skin. His eyes close as he breathes in your scent.

“Then so be it. But you will never be alone. I’ll take care of you, you know my team will help. And through it all, I will be by your side; in sickness and in health, remember?”