Each day feels new, and my memory of the one before is faint. Iām learning to adapt. |
In September 2019, a seizure revealed a lime-sized meningioma pressed against my hippocampusāthe part of the brain that governs memory and language. The doctors said it was benign, but benign didnāt mean harmless. Surgery removed the tumor, and three days later I opened my eyes to a new reality. I could walk, I could talk, but when I looked at my wife, her name was gone. I called her Preciousāthe only word I could find. A failure of memory, yet perhaps the truest name of all. Recovery has been less cure than re-calibration. Memory gaps are frequent. Conversations vanish. I had to relearn how to write, letter by halting letter. My days are scaffold by alarms, notes, and calendars. When people ask how I am, I donāt list symptoms or struggles. I simply say, āSeven Degrees Left of Center.ā Itās not an answerāitās who Iāve become. Note ▼ |
As I learn to use AI tools for writing. I have grown some respect. These are the three tools I have found most useful: Grammarly and ProWritingAid for editing grammar and spell checking. Part of my brain problem is the difficulty I have with communicating with my hands. Additionally, I have a short-term memory issue. ChatGPT is helping me stay focused. So, in fairness, Iām adding this note to my creations. Note ▼ |