Distractions

Tonight I had a minor directional blackout, as I call them, where all of a sudden I was disoriented and didn't know which way to go.  I had just finished a Halloween-themed FlyWheel class in Bellevue with my friend Lindsay, was feeling yoked, and got back to my car at the Bellevue P&R.  I started driving through the parking lot and couldn't figure out if I needed to turn right or left to head towards I-90.  (It's left, as I can clearly picture in my head now and have done tons of times.)  But I had no idea.  Luckily Lindsay pointed me in the correct direction, and then I was good.  But dang.  I haven't had that happen in months, at least 6 months, maybe even longer.  I remember telling Dr. M's (temporary 1-time) replacement at my last MRI that I hadn't had any blackouts in a while either.  Hmph.  Just a subtle reminder of my crazy brain and its little friend...

The passing of my friend Sara has morbidity on my mind.  I get the Sunday paper (for the coupons, mostly) but always read through the main section, the local section, arts & life, etc.  Well, the local section contains obituaries and I sometimes scan them out of curiosity.  I need to stop.  I'm telling you, every time you see a picture of someone relatively young, especially compared to all of the elderly people who have passed, it is due to brain cancer or brain tumors.  Almost every time.  There were 2 young(er) people in Sunday's paper, and both had brain cancer/tumors.  This does me no good.

I think I'm just starting to get nervous for my next MRI, a month and a half away.  I hope that my little tumor friend has been quiet this last 4 and a half months, but who knows.  I'm very lucky to be in my situation with my circumstances, but I can tell I'm getting nervous.  There's just a lot of brain-tumors-and-the-havoc-they-can-wreak on my mind.