I’ve long since lost count of which year I got cancer and it doesn’t really matter one bit.

This might get long so you really need to listen to Host because I am madly, totally, completely, lovingly hung up on that album. I even did a review of “IX” cos I started writing reviews for puls.no at some point. Host is Nick Holmes and Greg Mackintosh from Paradise Lost and you should really check them out. “Draconian Times” has been stuck in my car for months and months but that’s not what I was going to write about.

Digressions are good.

One of the very last things I did before I decided cancer was a smart move, was participate in a medical study about “Biological predictors in memory” which was SO much fun. We’re talking mere days prior to finding the tumour. Day one was doing easy exercises in an MR machine, basically looking at loads of clip art drawings, part one was answering “Can you eat it?” or “Can you lift it?” and part two was “Have you seen this image before? Do you remember what you were asked if you could do? Were you asked if you could eat or lift it?”

Day two was loads of different tasks. Remembering series of numbers. Repeating them backwards. Remembering loads of items in two different lists, than classifying them and repeating them several times. Weird word pairs to remember. Complex drawing. That kinda stuff. Weight measurements (I think I was a whopping 132 kg then).  

Since then chemo brain has been a massive part of my life but some of the fog has lifted slightly so when I was invited to do a follow up, I jumped at the chance! I figured that my brain is functioning ever so slightly more but this would be a good opportunity to see which parts are still completely non-functioning.

MR was a blast. Full score (except I pushed the wrong button a couple times, but I did that last time, too). Day two: 88 kgs (that’s 44 kgs down). Bp 129/82 which is still really good.

Darn! That’s a third of what I weighed at the time!

Remembering numbers: kindaish, but five digits backwards nope. Long list of different items: first try was a bust, second try slightly better, third try even better, so it seems if I push I can find long lost albeit very fresh memories.

Still not functioning at all: memorising weird word pairs from a screen. I was presented with 36 word pairs (concert fur), was given a piece of paper with one of the words and was supposed to remember the second one. Ladifknhootidah. First round I remembered one pair. Second round, three. Had to draw a complex drawing (I can’t draw for shit) which was fair enough when I had the thingy to look at. Fifteen minutes later, “Please draw it from memory” yup nope, that’s not happening. I got most of the main form and then my mind was blank.

Mimi is really sweet, she’s from Canterbury and she’s going to be massive one day. Remember, you read about it here first!

Anyways. Conclusion from this medical study (and hopefully they’ll let me participate in three years’ time for another follow-up) is that I do well with images. There’s nothing wrong with my eyes or my perception of images. If I saw the image a second time, I always remembered what I’d answered.

Hand-eye coordination when drawing a mirrored image – as expected. Quite normal.

Doing computer games where the object was to remember if the image you were presented with was the same as one you had seen previously, either the last, second last or third last one. That worked, too! Most of the time. I think my “score” was about the same as last time.

Remembering a list of items that I heard – decent. Improved when I heard the list a second time and even better the third time. 

Managing to remember words I read – that’s a big, fat zilch. And I kinda knew that. Reading is still pretty hopeless most days. Good for me is that I don’t need to read and remember to proof read scientific articles and I don’t need to be able to read to write articles!

Conclusion: don’t give me books and expect me to read them. I love looking at the pictures, though!