In the Shadow of Memory
Well, things have gone awry in me. Though I might have sought designation for uniqueness in some other way, at least I know now that my experience can be of use. Since December 1988, I have been disabled by a viral illness that targeted my brain. A nationwide research study, in which I was inc1udedas a subject, found that the brains of people with this illness were riddled with "anatomical holes" that show up as "bright lesions on magnetic resonance imaging scans of
the subcortical region." As American Society for Microbiology and in The Medical Association, researchers "do not know whether the holes will heal." Mine have not yet. A spray of holes prickles my brain and nearly everything about me has changed.