I found myself saying this more than a couple of times when I visited with volunteer friends at
Independent Cat Society's Black Cat Boogie in October.
I'd given up my volunteer positions as adoption counselor at the shelter and as recording secretary on the board of directors last February, a few weeks after being diagnosed with
Chiari malformation (CM) as shown on an MRI of my brain. I had only just begun gathering information about CM and had more questions than I had found answers to, but I'd learned enough to know that my symptoms of extreme fatigue, pain in my limbs after physical exertion, feeling light-headed, loss of balance, and memory loss, to name a few, could very well be caused by this thing called Chiari malformation.
These and other symptoms had been adversely affecting my job performance, I had come to realize, so this black-and-white diagnosis prompted me to give up the volunteer positions because they were a commitment of time and energy that my well-being could no longer afford.
Talking with ICS volunteers at the October event certainly was not the first time I have lost my train of thought! Oh, no! Not at all. And, really, who hasn't had this experience? But that evening, I found myself
repeatedly declaring as I spoke with a number of people, "Uh! I've lost my train of thought!" As frustrating as it was, I actually envisioned--in one of those very moments, no less--entitling my anticipated Chiari blog "Losing My Train of Thought," which, of course, evolved into
Lost: My Train of Thought. So there it is: the origin of my blog's title.
I hope you will bookmark my blog and continue to
Join me on my journey as I chronicle life with Chiari. Thank you.
