Disabled? Me?

cognitive-impairmentWow. You know that thing that happens not very many times in your life when you suddenly realize you were looking at a major situation all cockeyed, off by a 90-degree angle? That thing happened to me today.

It started out like a normal day, with an early oncologist’s appointment and then heading into work. In that appointment, Dr. Monco and I talked about what happened on my recent Nashville trip to investigate clinical trials. He agreed with starting radium-223 treatments by the end of the summer and waiting on clinical trials until my PSA doubling time shortens. We talked about the impact on my job of cognitive and emotional side effects, from treatments and meds. He doubled my antidepressant. A normal doctor-patient discussion.

But then the following conversation happened. Continue reading “Disabled? Me?”