Each day feels new, and my memory of the one before is faint. I’m learning to adapt. |
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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. |
| This week, I accomplished a task I didn't want to do. The weather was damp and chilly, yet I pressed on, connecting to my RV trailer to take it in for repair. Delayed by my lousy time management and the weather, I arrived just as the mechanics started their lunch break. I was wet and angry at myself for being late. An hour later, the mechanic said they could finish the repair if I waited instead of leaving the RV. Fair enough, yet my attitude didn't get any better. Another two hours passed before the job was completed. As I was leaving, I said, "Don't be offended, but I hope I don't need to see you all again. But if I do, I know where you are." Rather heatedly, the maintenance manager replied, "I hope we don't see you either." Those last few words weighed on me the following day—so much so that I called the manager. She was multitasking with an upset customer. Anyway, I apologized for the day before, and she replied, "You are a friend. I am dealing with someone who is not a friend. Thanks for the call. You have made my day better." The words, "You are a friend," touched me. Words are our most extraordinary power with each other. If you read this fare, hit the "like" button if you agree. "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." --Dumbledore |