I was going to say that one of the most frustrating things about being on chemotherapy long-term is the chemo brain. But then I got to thinking- - at my age, it’s really better to be able to blame memory lapses and such on chemo brain than it is to have people shake their heads sadly and say, “Poor thing, she’s really getting old and forgetful, isn’t she?”
But actually, I’ve had strange things going on in my brain for years- just ask Mr. G or the kids. When I was a child, I could look at a picture of a giraffe and call it a kangaroo. And vice versa. The same thing with a hippopotamus and a rhinoceros and a sequoia tree and a sycamore. In adulthood this took the form of mixing up the kids' names. Often, when I went to call one of the five, I’d sometimes have to do the whole roll call before I got the right one. But that’s another problem entirely, and I’ve heard other mothers say they’ve done the same thing. Other than those few examples, I had no problem identifying objects or animals or trees or people. Until recently. And this is why I have to tell you: if you hear me say I use a walker everyday, don’t believe me.