I forgot to address chemo brain in my letter. It is something that I struggle with still. You would think that eventually it would wear off but apparently it doesn’t. Most of the time it only affects a conversation. I can’t come up with a word or can’t finish a sentence. For instance, someone asked me where John was and while I knew exactly where he was I couldn’t make my mouth come up with the location. It was like my brain to mouth connection wasn’t working. Sometimes I am in the middle of a conversation and I can’t for the life of me remember what I am talking about or what my point is. There are other times that I start to do something and all of a sudden I can’t remember what I was doing. It is very frustrating.
However nothing compares to last Wednesday. I knew that I had a doctor’s appointment in June. I now have an appointment with my breast surgeon every 3 months and my last appointment was in March. I couldn’t remember when it was and there was nothing written on the calendar. I knew that my appointment was written on a card, so I went in search of that card. I found the appointment card in my purse and proceeded to write it on the calendar. Wednesday came and I got ready for my appointment. I noted that it was strange that the appointment was so late (4 pm) and wondered why I had made it for that time. On the way to my appointment I thought it was strange that I didn’t get a reminder phone call the day before. I made a note that I would have to ask if they forgot to call me. (by now I am sure you see where this is going.) Of course I had all three kids with me as this was going to be a quick follow-up appointment. When I walked into the office, the receptionist asked if she could help me with a perplexed look on her face. I ask if I had an appointment and am informed that my doctor isn’t even in the office on Wednesdays. Then it dawns on me. I don’t have an appointment today. The card I found was for last year. The reason the appointment was made so late was because I was still working and needed an appointment after school hours. Boy don’t I feel like an air head!! I hate chemo brain!