(Tuesday, June 23, 2026) waxing gibbous moon LIbra
Yesterday I met with my new Mayo neurologist for more than an hour. I have been waiting five months to see a doctor for my PPA, and waiting more than a year to find a process that matches Edgar Cayce’s electrical healing “prescription” from his readings. It all came together perfectly. I told Dr. Botha that I found out about Dr. Lundstrom’s Transcranial Direct Current Stimulation (tDCS) training during a Mayo dementia-patient Zoom session. He said they have already had conversations together about signing me up. My former eighty-year-old neurologist refused to allow me to use the tDCS electrical device, but young Dr. Botha supports it completely. He says it is still an experiment, a study. They are unsure if the power needs to connect to the damaged part of the brain or to areas of the brain that may create new neurological pathways.
On my way to Rochester I was feeling that my Summer Solstice dream was about Edgar Cayce. I incubated him the evening prior to the Solstice. Now I truly believe he visited me during “My Left Foot And My Right Hand.” Dr. Botha even looks a little bit like Cayce: a pleasant man with a round face and glasses. During our Monday discussion I handed him white paper from my right hand, as I did in the dream.
I told Dr. Botha about my participation in the Northwestern PPA research. He knows a great deal about it. The right decision to join, I feel. I mentioned that there is a patient who has worked with the Chicago study for 19 years, and he says because I am still at “mild” after my decline began seven years ago, I have the slowest version of semantic dementia. The Mayo calls my affliction “Primary Progressive Apraxia of Speech” (PPAOS).
As I was walking today to the post office, I texted my sisters about my Mayo visit. On my way home, this graffiti showed up on a building along Nicollet Avenue. In the morning when I was biking along Nokomis, the Mayo Clinic called about uploading the Northwestern PET brain images to my portal.