Dazey is Just Fine by Me!

I had a special good morning today… thank you, Melissa. That meant something. It’s funny how people can appear out of nowhere with just a small gesture that completely shifts your day—especially when you least expect it. It reminds me that there are a lot of truly good folks in this world who might be spinning their wheels just like I am. And you know what? That’s a good thing.

As expected, we crashed around four o’clock yesterday afternoon. Taste and tongue are all out of whack, legs are planning a nap for the next several days, fatigue swooped in, and my brain turned to mush. I’m convinced the mushy brain and fatigue are best friends.

Chemo Brain is a real thing—discovered that last session, and it wasted no time showing up early this round. I’ve done a little research on it (surprising, I know), but this one had me curious. There's plenty out there if you want to dig into what Chemo Brain is all about.

I’ve been struggling with concentration, staying focused, multitasking—and yeah, the mood swings are no joke. Apologies in advance to those around me this week. I might tell you how much I appreciate you and then end the sentence with kiss my ass.

Another cancer patient once told me her road rage was off the charts during chemo. She wasn’t wrong. I’ve noticed I really have to concentrate when I’m out driving. And just so we're clear—I am paying attention and making smart decisions… MOM. She worries constantly, and I’m grateful for that. The alternative would really suck. I’d never admit to her that it’s only because she cares—but… well, guess I just did.

Anyway, I’ll battle through the next week or so, share how “wonderful” it’s going, and then march into that final treatment—and final crash, hopefully. Based on what others have gone through, I’d say my journey has been pretty mild. Then again, maybe it’s my mindset. I really believe that attitude has made a big difference. I’m still figuring things out, still new to this side of life, but overall—my perspective has changed in a powerful way.

And wham—been sitting here for seven or eight minutes just staring at the screen. Chemo Brain at its best. Laugh with me, y’all—it is funny.

I’m headed to the porch now. Those who know... know. I’ll be back in about five minutes.

Well, that five minutes turned into thirty. The fog is thick this morning, and I could hit pause, come back later, and you'd never know the difference. But I’m not doing that. I’m just gonna let the fog do its thing. When it lifts, we’ll get things rolling. It will lift.

In the meantime, if you’re on a journey and feel like sharing it, please do. I’ll be thinking of all of us today. We’ll get through this. There might be bumps and detours, but we just keep exploring.

Twig wants some rest. Penthouse Dude’s got a million journeys to walk alongside. And for now… I’m gonna enjoy the rest stop.

Holler when the fog lifts. Have a great day.

– A Simple Man