"Good morning Jake," his doctor greeted him at the door, "please have a seat." Jake walked into the plush office and surveyed the room.
Where did he sit last time? "Oh don't worry, any chair is just fine." Jake quickly took a seat directly in front of his doctor's desk.
Tilting his head back slightly, he took in all of the heavy wooden frames encasing their prestigious, notarized diplomas.
That's not to say that Jake didn't have his own prestige as a famous author; even as a kid he'd stay up at night and write for as long as he could. "How are you doing today sir?"
"I'm fine." Jake had prepared himself for this moment. He had known that something was "off" for awhile, and it was getting frustrating.
"I can see that you're anxious," the doctor replied, "and frankly, in your position, I would be too." He pulled out a manila folder and opened it, then looked back at Jake.
"Before I tell you about the results of the bloodwork, I'm curious to know what your understanding is of the tests we ran last time."
It took Jake a moment to realize that he was being prompted for an answer. "I believe that we did some routine things, and tested for...changes...in certain genes.
" Jake could have kicked himself for forgetting that word. It started with an "m" but for the life of him he couldn't remember it.
"Yes, that is exactly what we did." His doctor took out one of the sheets of paper. "I can tell you that the routine labwork was just fine." He set that sheet aside and took out another.
"We also tested for mutations in three genes associated with early Alzheimer's Disease." Jake felt anger, fear and frustration welling up inside of him. He knew that they both knew the answer.
"I am sorry Jake," his doctor said in genuine sympathy. "One of your genes, specifically 'APP', contains a mutation which causes early-onset Alzheimer's Disease." The words hung in the air.
Jake knew the doctor wanted to give him some kind of consolation, but at the moment, he didn't feel like having a tissue or drinking a glass of water or...anything.
"It's okay," Jake tried to put on a stoic tone. In an odd way he was relieved now that he knew.
After the meeting ended, and he walked back down the hall, Jake caught a glimpse of the edge of the sunset peeking through the blinds.
He still enjoyed writing, so he would write for as long as he could.