What do you fear?

My grandmother and my great-grandmother on my father's side both developed dementia. So I've always figured the odds are pretty good that I'll develop it someday too. When I misplace something I start to think, "uh-oh!", but then go about my business.

Well, today I couldn't find my back-up disk for my digital pictures. I usually back up my pictures onto a CD after uploading them into the computer and today after adding some photos to the computer I reached into the cabinet for my back-up disk and it wasn't there. I looked through all the jewel cases, looked through a separate CD holder, pulled everything out of the cabinet where I keep the disk and...nothing. No back-up CD. Went through everything a second time, and then a third time. And then a fourth time. Searched on top of the desk, behind the printer. Searched the other cupboard. Nothing. As I walked to the kitchen to fix lunch the thought occurred to me that it was finally starting, I was going to develop dementia after all and I just burst into tears. Denny finally got me calmed down by making me laugh and after lunch he started looking for the disk by going through the magazines under the coffee table (it makes sense when you realize the disk had been on top of the desk while we were traveling and the coffee table is moved long-ways beside the desk for travel purposes when we pull in the slides). And that's exactly where the disk was-under some magazines. Whew. I'm not crazy.

Yet.