Where do you start?

I've been following a friends blog for awhile now. He is so witty, with a great sense of humor and yet so serious. This just makes you want to wake up each morning and read what he has to say. After all it is better than ready the newspaper. And although the newspaper is real life, what I read off my friends blog is honest, sincere journalism at it's finest.

So I thought to myself maybe I should give this a try. You see lately I've been doing a lot of what my friend does. OK, well I'm not fighting cancer but have begun writing a monthly newsletter in his place. Gezz, I wish I had his wit.

There are some selfish reasons for giving this a try. I seem to be suffering with memory loss. So this blog isn't really for anyone else to read; it is truly a in efforts to trigger whatever is in my brain that is causing me not to remember. Don't get me wrong - I remember what I did today (so far). But I really have to concentrate to remember what I had for dinner last night. I remember my telphone number from when I was growing up - but I can't remember 95% of elementary school.

Maybe I should see a doctor? Oh yea, I see one all the time. I guess I should actually talk to him about his problem.

In the past two weeks, two people I know have been diagnosed with Cancer. One is a very good friend of mine, the other a close friend of my daughters. She is 27 years old and was diagnosed with breat cancer - she will be undergoing a massive masectomy followed by radiation and possible chemo. And I'm bitching about my memory problem. Who said remember what you had for dinner is a problem anyway. I bet if it were lobster I would remember. Followed by a nice Merlot.

And why do I care if I remember why I was fight with my husband last Saturday. Or when the last time I actually took the dog for a walk. Why do I remember every persons name on the Training ride on Sunday - but I don't remember driving hom.

Am I the only one with this crazy problem?

Well I know I didn't spell out my day - oh by the way I'm cooking chicken for dinner, with white rice and spinach. I think I'll stick to a glass of water or maybe milk, skipping the wine for tonight.
At least tomorrow I'll remember that much.

The brain is a funny thing - dementia, alzheimers or perhaps just habit. I'll explain that later.

HUGS