07_04_2013_cancer_funny_chemotherapy_effects_attention_span_readingI mentioned several posts ago that after my cancer diagnosis, I quit playing the organ. Another activity that I seem unable to get back to is reading a book in its entirety.

I don’t know what the problem is. I used to read all the time. I know that during chemotherapy, my brain couldn’t hold on to information any longer than a few seconds at a time, but I was done with all that back in December of 2009 for Pete’s sake; I shouldn’t still be having residual effects from all those chemotherapy drugs, should I?

It’s not that the books I’m trying to read aren’t interesting, either. I’m on page 53 of Vincent Bugliosi’s And the Sea Will Tell, the chapter entitled “Flag Duty” of Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet by Jamie Ford, and chapter six of Andrea Hurst’s The Guestbook. I ordered the book You Changed My Life by Abdel Sellou, but ended up watching the movie instead.

The only two books I’ve managed to read all the way through since my cancer diagnosis are my own (because I had to, getting it ready for publication) and Fran Drescher’s Cancer Schmancer.

My goal is to read a book—one that has nothing to do with cancer—from beginning to end before summer is out. Wish me luck.