Memory Struggles
I don't know when, but at some point my memory began to fail. I'm 69 years old now, so perhaps I should expect this. I don't like it and I don't want to accept it. Being the hypochondriac that I am (that's a whole other blog), I wanted to see if my brain was rotting...or whatever brains do when they are no longer fully functional. My long suffering primary care doctor (the woman is a saint) ordered a brain MRI. The results: "Very mild chronic small vessel ischemic changes of the supratentorial periventricular and subcortical white matter." Sure. That sounded troubling to me, but my primary care doctor wasn't concerned. On the positive side, it's interesting to see all the new sights everyday that apparently I have seen thousands of times before. On the one hand, it's nice to be happily surprised...a lot. I ask my husband, "have we been here before?" to which he often replies, "countless times." Hmmmmm. Nope, don