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. |
| When you share your writing, it will influence those who read it to some degree. I mean, that is what writing is about, isn't it? The art of communicating influence? Influence is a topic I am learning. What am I trying to influence in Seven Degrees Left of Center? The short sentence, "Encouragement to be patient in healing and brave in sharing the experience." However, that is starting to take on a different goal. After five years, my brain has recovered and adapted as much as it is going to. My entries in this blog are mostly self-serving. I've been encouraging myself to keep writing. Now, I would like to encourage others to write and share their experiences. I know this blog doesn't get many views. But, if you are reading this, I encourage you to write with the knowledge that what you write and share will influence someone along the way. It is scary to share thoughts and experiences. It is rewarding to know someone might be encouraged because of it. |