Chemo’s Secret Embarrassing Side Effect

Chemo’s Secret Embarrassing Side Effect
Oh, crap. It’s that woman, I thought.  We were at Lauren’s first football game of the season when I saw a familiar face. It was the face of a friend. Someone I like and respect, but I couldn’t remember her name. I couldn’t remember her kid’s name either. That happens to me a lot. Since chemo, I’ve noticed that I have pockets of forgetfulness, and I sometimes draw a blank on names and faces. Just last week, it happened again. I was standing in front of the high school’s performing arts building in the sweltering heat after a parents' meeting. Heat radiated from the concrete steps, bounced off stucco walls, and beat down from a cloudless sky. Beneath my dress, I could feel moisture beading up, but our conversation was so interesting that I disregarded the fact that it was broiling outside. While we talked, I tried to memorize the lady’s face and to pin her name to my brain. Molly’s mom, I thought, when I should have been paying attention to what she was saying. Molly’s mom, whose name is Missy. When I was in my 20s, a college professor gave me good advice. “Most people tune out during introductions,” he said. “They assume names are impossible to remember, so they don’t even try.” I was about to graduate, and I wanted the people skills of a politician who could greet everyone in an auditorium like long-lost friends. So, I started paying attentio
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