In His Amnesia, I Learned to Walk Away

My husband had intermittent amnesia. He could never remember the things I told him.

On our wedding anniversary, I carried the last dish to the table,

and said quietly, "My stomach's been bothering me. I want to get a scope done tomorrow. Could you take me?"

He looked at me, puzzled. "Hmm? What did you just say?"

His childhood sweetheart, Tamara Cobb, was sitting right there, and the way she smiled looked almost like a dare.

She let out a little cough. "Oh no, I think I'm catching a cold."