My MS Brain


John Isham, MS Musings

April  5, 2015

My MS Brain

If you go to San Francisco in the summer time, you will see the fog barreling like an avalanche over the hills and engulfing the west side of the city. Sometimes it is as if my brain is being surrounded and swept away by a similar tide rendering me speechless and incapable of thought. At those times my imagination, like a leaf, drifts slowly following the contours of the skyline on its inexorable surge through the city. My cognition and memory act like the tall buildings around which the fog, shrouds their bases, leaving only their tops exposed and accessible. That seems to be how my brain works sometimes, only the exposed points available to me in the midst of barely glimpsed memories, still there, but hard to make out. At other times memories seem to dance just out of reach, flirting and fluttering and daring me to recognize them and when I finally do it comes as a surprise to me, and I am grateful that they haven’t flown away entirely. I am very grateful that my brain fog is not as predictable and regular as that in San Francisco when half the city is embraced and cold and the other still warm in the sun. Somehow, I am fortunate enough to remember the fog in San Francisco in the summer time.