Living With Cancer: Brains on Chemo - NYTimes.com

<div id="well"><div align="left"><div class="entry-content"><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">Over the past few months, a number of headlines in The New York Times have stumped me.</div><blockquote><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;"><em>Tomatoes Have Devastated American Indian Families in Oklahoma</em></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;"><em>U.S. Workers Are Grounded by Deep Cats</em></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;"><em>Wall Saint Banks Woo Children of Chinese Leaders</em></div></blockquote><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">Of course, those weren't actually the headlines The Times had written. But why am I staring at the word "Tornadoes" and reading "Tomatoes"? Looking at "Cuts" and reading "Cats"? Interpreting the abbreviation "Wall St." as "Wall Saint"? After three cycles (or 18 sessions) of chemotherapy, I seem to be dealing with a weird sort of dyslexia.</div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">Chemo brain is a phenomenon that patients have described for quite some time as a thick mental fog resulting from chemotherapy. For quite some time, too, physicians discounted chemo brain as a figment of patients' imaginations. Now, however, the American Cancer Society terms it "a mild cognitive impairment" that for most people only lasts a short time.</div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">Doctors were skeptical about chemo brain because many factors can induce mental glitches. Forgetfulness, trouble concentrating, memory blanks, inattention, word loss, retention problems and disorganization can result from aging, sleeplessness, depression, fatigue, anxiety, low blood counts, the onset of menopause and other medications.</div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">Isn't it curious, though, that chemotherapy often accelerates aging, causes sleeplessness and depression, promotes fatigue and anxiety, lowers blood counts, causes the onset of menopause and requires powerful secondary medications to deal with its side effects? We seem to be caught in a dupe — oops, I mean a loop.</div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">P.C.C.I., or post-chemotherapy cognitive impairment, after being attributed to patients' hang-ups, finally became the subject of serious research while I was undergoing treatment. Such investigations therefore could not yield pragmatic solutions quick enough to help me locate my car in the parking lot or my keys maybe inside it.</div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">While I was going through chemotherapy, the phrase "mild cognitive impairment" did not pertain to the stupefaction I experienced at forgetting a close friend's name. I found myself bewildered about what task had led me to my university office and then lost on the way home. I had to enact a convoluted guessing game to get my husband to provide the word "egg." On more than one occasion, it became apparent that one of my daughters was confiding in me, but about what?</div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">From that time on, I got hooked on two aids many people use to survive with a minimum of mortification. First, on my computer and iPhone, I have an elaborate calendar listing not only events that must be attended or tasks that must be accomplished but even menus and their ingredients. I study it hourly so I will remember what needs to be performed, purchased or produced — when, and for or with whom.</div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">Second, I always have a small pad in my purse, another by the side of my bed, another next to my computer, another in the kitchen. Often I scribble suggestions or snippets of conversation so — if they are decipherable — I can mull them over later and learn to remember the information they convey in a new, if more laborious, manner.</div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">Because of the cumulative effect of chemicals, sometimes those aids do not help. A few years ago, I suffered the bane of chemo brain most intensely toward the end of six infusions of Taxol and Carboplatin, when a fuzzy hesitancy spiraled into blank enervation. I could not think to think, stand to stand, or feel to feel. Vacancy morphed me into a zombie or humanoid. I felt somehow exiled from myself, a mishap never mentioned in the cheerful brochures on chemotherapy displayed in oncology waiting rooms.</div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">A friend of mine now on the same drug combination weeps while considering suicide, although she is taking an antidepressant. "It's the chemicals, stupid," she has to keep reminding herself.</div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">Even when Carboplatin alone was later prescribed for me, I had trouble reading. I tried, but when I turned the page I became convinced that either there was a page missing or I had skipped a page. My eyes would roll over a paragraph without being able to snag on a sentence … sort of a hindrance for an English teacher.</div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">These days, while I take a targeted drug, the aftereffect of chemo brain persist in milder forms, making my reading quite stimulating — but for the wrong reasons. As I study a recipe calling for 1 ¼ teaspoons of salt, I wonder how to measure 11 fourths. I am regularly surprised by discussions of kidney <em>stores</em> (instead of kidney stones), <em>dejection tissues</em> (instead of digestion issues), the <em>sex dive</em> (sex drive) and <em>constipations after surgery</em> (rather than complications after surgery).</div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 0.7em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.375em;">As a self-identified "chemosabe" in my support group assures me, at least the recognition and naming of chemo brain prove we are not (completely) crazy.</div></div></div></div><br><a href="http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/10/24/living-with-cancer-brains-on-chemo/?pagewanted=print">http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/10/24/living-with-cancer-brains-on-chemo/?pagewanted=print</a>

Living With Cancer: Brains on Chemo - NYTimes.com

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