I’m back from South Bend, where Harold and I had a great time, and I got to meet some members of his church. His congregation has been wonderfully kind to me — I’ve gotten numerous cards and presents from people who I’ve never met or have a fleeting acquaintance — and it was good to at least see a few of the people in person.
After we came back yesterday, we went out to dinner with Kevin and Sarah to celebrate Kevin’s 21st birthday (which actually was last weekend, but he picked the date and location for the official birthday dinner). We went to a new Mideastern restaurant down the street, where we thoroughly enjoyed the food and each other’s company. The restaurant had maybe the best lentil soup I’ve ever tasted, and Kevin was smacking his lips over his beef and lamb dish.
Afterwards, Kevin came home to retrieve a few things that he needed, including his new driver’s license. It came in the mail last Monday and had been sitting on the kitchen counter for several days but was now nowhere to be found Saturday night. We looked and looked, and I finally found it in the kitchen trash.
I suspect I was the one who put it there — perhaps the onset of the feared and dreaded ‘chemo brain’? That’s the syndrome where chemo temporarily rolls back one’s cognitive functions — Laura Laken, who I talked about in Friday’s post, mentioned it in her blog, and one of Harold’s congregants mentioned it over our Saturday brunch. She’s a medical worker and said there’s a study going on now to actually measure the chemo-brain phenomenon.
Oh, well. Chemo brain didn’t hurt my enjoyment of the MSU-Northwestern game, which I watched while during my daily hour-long stint on the treadmill. Sports and trashy reality shows are really the best treadmill entertainment, I’ve found. And so now I’m off to the treadmill again, this time to watch (no kidding), “Keeping Up With The Kardashians.”