A troublesome schedule

At our first support group meeting, they gave both of us a folder stuffed with information. There's one sheet of paper with all 12 weeks laid out with guest speakers and areas of emphasis. Every few days May comes to me with this sheet of paper in her hand and a very worried look on her face. She can't find the words to ask me about it. She holds it up and says, "This ... these ... it's something I think I'm supposed to do ... but ... I don't know..." And I say those are the 12 weeks of the support group we're going to, not to worry, it's every Wednesday, we're both supposed to go, and we're doing it. 

Last time this happened, I asked her, "Do you know what month it is?" She said no, but looking down at the schedule, she started making guesses: "March? April?" I told her it was March, we had already been to the sessions on March 11 and 18, and we would go again on the 25th. "And you like it," I reminded her. "Oh yeah, they're nice," she said.