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New neuro-pathways after a brain tumor. My thoughts and experiences. |
When asked how am I doing? I often reply, Seven Degrees Left of Center. After a powerful seizure, an MRI scan found a lime-sized tumor in my brain. This happened in September of 2019. The tumor was located about one inch to the left and seven degrees from the center of my brain touching the hippocampus. An area of the brain responsible for coding and decoding language and memories. I have to start over each day because I've forgotten where yesterday ended. Over time, I'm learning to adapt. |
One of the fascinating things about memory loss is getting to do do-overs involving movies, TV shows, and music. I sometimes recognize the titles but do not remember the art. I have gotten to see movies like 'Back to the Future' and 'The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly' again for the first time. The same goes for music. I have even enjoyed reading more because everything is a new adventure. Not everything about memory loss is terrible. While it is still frustrating, it can also be fun to experience things again for the first time. |
I have spoken about this before: Time Travel. I experience this phenomenon occasionally, though not as often as I did a few years ago. What happens is a group of memories are reconnected all at once. This is more common when I meet someone I haven't seen in several years, especially if I haven't seen them since the brain tumor. The experience is surreal. It isn't like a movie, but it kind of is. I experience the memories in real time as if they were happening again. The brain is a complex recorder. I have come to believe every minute of every day is recorded. We haven't evolved or learned how to tap the vast storage of memories. So, I get to go back in time and relive events. Now that I have gotten used to the phenomenon, it is kind of cool. |
Timing is something I do not have a grip on. Being on time and having time are essential in our daily lives. Being present can change any situation. Time is something I have probably focused too much on. I have little to no sense of time. Things I remember are remembered as "the other day." I can't tell you if it was yesterday or three years ago. I have noticed lately that time and memory are disconnected. History is my problem. I do not remember events with a dated record; I just remember them as the other day, if I remember them at all. This causes a problem in writing. I have spent the last week intentionally and with great effort focused on a short story. I managed almost 11K words before losing the story. I don't know if I will post it yet. But it is the longest work to date. Before, I lost it in the crevasses of my brain. |
I had a memory flash this week. What does that mean? Well, I remembered something from 5 years ago. A project I was working on where I worked. I have stayed in contact with the people I worked with. They have been/are great supporters in my recovery. Anyway, I asked if they were still working on the project I didn't get to finish. No, they weren't working on it anymore; they were just using it as is. The software produces a daily report. However, several line items need to be fixed manually. Up jumps my memory. I had written some code that automatically updates the lines. The code wasn't turned on because I hadn't finished the data set. Anyway, it is a more significant win for them than for me. The report is fully automated; they didn't know for the past five years. My win is that I remembered a technical detail from before the brain tumor, and it is still valid. Go, me. |
Learning about AI-assisted writing made me realize it is like a drug. At first, it seems really cool and even trendy. However, it can take over the process of individual creativity. I suffered a brain injury five years ago. The result is permanent memory issues. I admit I use Grammarly to help with spelling and grammar. Without it, I can barely write ideas into readable wordage. I asked the wrong question the other day. The question should have been more personal. At what point am I using AI instead of my originality? AI-assisted writing is a slippery slope I do not want to slide down. I have to admit the tools are tempting. Thank you to https://www.writing.com/main/newsletters/action/archives/id/12976 by Max Griffen |
I have struggled to complete my novel. Today, I broke down and tested AI-assisted writing. It accomplished two things. One, my vision of a complete story is now realized. Two, I feel even more fake as a writer than before. The other thing I proved is that anyone can prompt AI to write junk. This is even more disheartening because the story I generated reads much like the books I read. So, now I question how much AI is being used. |
- A scream in the desert. - A bird in flight. - The scent of leather. - The text message ringtone made me jump. Just for fun, please share what comes to mind. |
I read the notes and watched the news to learn what happened yesterday. As stated before, each day starts over with a dusty memory of yesterday, like a chalkboard not dusted well. Today is no different. So what do I have to share? I started again at the beginning: looking at pictures of my family so I remember their names, making coffee as a routine task ![]() One of the pleasures in my morning routine is checking out WdC ![]() |
How long have you sat and looked at your keyboard without touching a key? Or, holding your favorite pen without scribbling a word? Well, you are not alone. Writer's block happens to all of us. That may not always be the case. Sometimes, there is just nothing to say. So, my blog entry is simply to admit that I have nothing to say, and that is okay. Okay, I wrote something. That is a spark to what can happen next. Just admitting at that moment in time was an empty thought. I started a spark to hit the keyboard a few more times. It added to a simple idea that transformed into a few sentences, and now writing is happening. Should it be shared? I think so. If I write nothing else today, I have admitted it. Writing something is better than staring at a blank canvas. You will have some words written. Hence, writing has occurred. Click the like if you agree. |
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 |