The Gift of Reading

The Gift of Reading
Christine Tender Points When it comes to taking simple abilities for granted, I'm just as guilty as the next person — but not when it comes to reading. This is one blessing I'm grateful for each and every day, and one for which I shall never forget to be grateful for. The reason is that I clearly remember a time I temporarily lost this precious ability. Yes, there have been times in my life when I could not read. I'm not saying I couldn't recognize letters or put them together to make words and sentences. I'm saying that my brain just couldn't process the words on the page. This condition didn't occur all at once. It developed quite slowly, over a period of months. At first, I found myself reading the occasional sentence more than once. Then, I read the occasional sentence more than twice. It later progressed to reading every sentence more than twice. Eventually, I realized I couldn't remember the contents of the previous sentence when it was time to read the next one. To be more precise, what I had lost was my working memory rather than my ability to read. Unfortunately, without the former, the latter is impossible. What happened to me was a bit puzzling at first. I was no stranger to fibromyalgia and was very familiar with fibro fog. I was accustomed to making frequent lists to h
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