Good morning blog readers and welcome. Today is
Wednesday, March 18, 2026, or, as we call it around here, Church choir practice night. We did get to see the neurologist yesterday afternoon. I can't describe him too much because he was wearing a really large mask. I did my best not to breathe in his direction. He seemed very pleasant and importantly, he was very thorough. Unfortunately, he ran through what he thought were some reasonable explanations for her episode but was unable to come up with anything definitive. Additionally, her experience may end up being a one time, one off situation that may not be repeated. He did talk about one thing that does occur from more or less out of the blue. It's called Transient Global Amnesia (TGA). It is rare, sudden, and it causes an individual over 50 to be unable to remember or recall recent events. It typically lasts only for a few hours and it is most likely brought on by stress and physical exertion. Bingo! The wife of my youth have both of those patented with her name on it. The important thing when the doctor can't nail down something specific: Rule out any other cause! Therefore, she will be undergoing an MRI, and EEG, additional blood work, a heart monitor session, and a sleep evaluation. We are already in the process of getting these scheduled. When we finished with the doctor, the wife who is the patient recommended we go and walk the Katy Mills Mall. She did. She really did. Obviously, her memory is back and she does have an abiding affection for malls. She does. She really does. That sounded really wonderful to me. No it didn't. It really didn't. We dodged 18 wheelers, crazy drivers, and, a whole slew of those jacked up pick-up trucks to get over there, but, the antidote for that level of stress is to go to the mall. I actually had not thought of that. I hadn't. We did go and we did walk and we did enjoy. That last sentence was from a prepared statement given to me to read. I'm only joking. I actually was required to memorize it. Still joking.
When I said the wife was a poster child for both stress and physical exertion, well, it just happens to be the truth. She goes like a whirlwind most of the time, burning candles on both ends and in the middle. I will not go into all the details of how I know these two symptoms are true, but, needless to say, she needs to slow down and I believe they say, "Stop and smell the roses." Okay. I wasn't sure of exactly all that speech idiom entails, so, I did what most of us do when we don't know, we Google it. Right? Here's the answer given: ~ "Stop and smell the roses" is an idiom advising people to slow down, reduce stress, and appreciate life's small, everyday pleasures instead of rushing through them. It encourages mindfulness, gratitude, and taking breaks to enjoy the present moment. ~ She is wired the way she is wired and making these types of changes will not be easy. She is put together in a way that makes it almost impossible for her to say no. And, rarely does she say no. And, I think most of us know how those who never says no are the ones typically asked to do a certain task. Am I right or am I right? I thought so. We used to say this about dad on his mowing tractor, "He should most likely no longer be operating that tractor, however, if he were to die while doing what he loved to do, there are worse things." And, that just might be the case with the wife. She is who she is and let me quickly add this truth, she is very beloved, far and wide. I will do what I can to try and slow her down but I don't plan to lay down in front of the mowing tractor when she has it revved up. You do know what I mean, right Vern? Thanks ever so much for all those who have expressed your concerns and your prayers for her. We do greatly appreciate them all. May God bless is my prayer.
Amen.
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