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Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #2276168

Each day feels new, and my memory of the one before is faint. I’m learning to adapt.

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.

September 15, 2025 at 10:10am
September 15, 2025 at 10:10am
#1097416
I ask that question every day. Writing is the best therapy I have found for my brain. Well, puzzles seem to help also. However, I sometimes forget to write on certain days. This morning, I am ensuring to get my words in. What am I writing? A story about the seven deadly sins. The exercise is to stay in 3rd person limited POV. Not an easy task, but a lot of fun working everything out.

The coffee is hot, and the story awaits. Have a great day and keep writing.


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