Brain Fog

 So, it turns out that chemo/immunotherapy side effects plus stress plus stomach flu is a bad combination.

The additional stress arrived Monday evening with my son’s car accident less than a block from home. The intersection of Sooner and Brentwood is tricky due to cars parked on a short driveway on Brentwood that blocks your view of oncoming traffic. Joseph failed to yield at the yield sign, though he was going slowly. A truck came barreling down Brentwood going well over the speed limit and crashed into the driver’s side front of the car. The truck stopped for a few seconds and then took off. I don’t know the details, but that driver was arrested shortly thereafter. My 2007 Ford Focus was totaled, but fortunately Joseph was not seriously hurt, just some muscle pain in his neck and shoulders. (He was checked over in the ER.)

Some of you may or may not know that only a year ago, on March 19, 2025, I was T-boned at a busy intersection near Walmart, which totaled my 2021 Chevy Trax . . . but I was not hurt, just shaken up. I have a feeling that my car insurance premiums are going to go up.

A short-lived stomach flu arrived Tuesday evening. On Wednesday I was able to eat crackers and chicken noodle soup. Today, I’m doing better and have just eaten a regular meal.

The part that is not better is my brain. I’m not processing information very well and naturally I cannot think of an easy-to-explain example. But by tomorrow, when a rental car becomes available, I should be able to drive it.

My late sister used to say that pain medication for her migraines dropped her IQ by ten or so points, and that seems to be what last week’s cancer treatment plus stress plus stomach flu have done for me! I do pray that God will help me make good decisions as I start car shopping next week.

Here’s what I am thankful for: that Joseph was not injured. That my next-door neighbor provided his Ring video of the accident to the police. That Shawn, my son-in-law, has been providing transportation to and from work for Joseph. That Alice, my across-the-street neighbor, picked up a few things for me at the store yesterday. That Hopestone’s meal delivery yesterday included homemade chicken noodle soup. And soon I hope to be grateful for a less foggy brain.