In September 2019, a seizure revealed a lime-sized meningioma pressed against my hippocampus—the part of the brain that governs memory and language. The doctors said it was benign, but benign didn’t 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 Precious—the 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 don’t list symptoms or struggles. I simply say, “Seven Degrees Left of Center.” It’s not an answer—it’s who I’ve become.
I wonder if I keep telling myself these things, I'll write my novel, too. I did pen two NaNoWriMo novels a dozen or so years ago. But I think I just wrote the required 50K words. Perhaps I should go back and re-read what I wrote. It might be possible.
OMG, what a glorious gift! Delving into music creation is like learning a new language: it activates a part of the brain you didn't even know was there. I remember opening up GarageBand on my iPad and being blown away by my own cluelessness. Best wishes on your new guitar and playing it! I'm thrilled for you
Obviously, I can't understand all you've gone and are going through. But I can understand your use of the phrase. I'm approaching a year (Dec 28) that started a journey culminating in a diagnosis of Stage 4 Kidney cancer. Turns out after my surgery in April that diagnosis was wrong. I was very lucky, and while I'm not sure the suck was really long enough to fully embrace, I do worry the Drs didn't get it all. Scans and tests are my life for the next three to five years. And worry.
You are a strong man. And I pray the best for you.
Thank you for being here with us, Dale. I've learned a lot from you about perseverance and innovation. Sending prayers for a satisfying holiday season for you
It's funny you should mention this very topic. I've always lived by an adage I read in a Tom Clancy book (Debt of Honor): "If you don't write it down, then it never happened." I live by those words and keep a small notebook on me at all times.
Lately, I've noticed every so often that I jot down a short point, and when I look at it some days later, I find I didn't add enough 'meat' to the thought to remember exactly where I was going with it. There's a phrase that Sec of Defense Pete Hegseth has used (incorrectly) recently: "It's the fog of war." Maybe my issue is the fog of memory. Yikes!
I hope you're right and our future selves will sort it out.
The trimmers are strong this morning. This happens most mornings. My coffee is scared it will splash from its worm mug. I have determined to stop coming to the lul of silence. However, that doesn't mean a post will express any outcome. Today is laundry day. Does everyone have a day set aside for specific tasks? My brain decided today is laundry day. Until the laundry is done, this loop will not stop. Well, that is until the next loop starts. Finishing is not as strong as starting.
I'm slowly waking from a very long sleep. The worst part is how tired I am. After such a nap, I should be well rested. Alas, that is not the case. In honesty, I lost sight of the long game. I became focused on daily tasks and did not give thought to tomorrow, knowing that tomorrow is promised to no one. Waisting today is also waisting tomorrow with the deadly sin of Acedia (sloth).
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