I have been back and forth about writing something to "celebrate" this day. I wanted to be able to do it right, I just wasn't sure if I could. I'm still not sure, but I'll wing it and see what happens. :-)
Today is the 7th anniversary of my stroke. I was 30 at the time. I had none of the risk factors for stroke.... it was just "one of those things", a series of unfortunate events that led up to it. I wasn't taking care of myself. I had 3 kids (they were 7, 4 and 14 months at the time) and 2 jobs. I was constantly on the run. Not eating. Not sleeping. Taking care of myself wasn't a priority, and it manifested itself in a way that no one could have predicted or prevented. Sometimes it feels like it was just yesterday, and other times it feels like a lifetime ago. I guess that, in a way, it WAS a lifetime ago. It was a different lifetime. I barely remember myself before the stroke.
In started in early October of 2003, when I was diagnosed with mono (though follow-up tests all came back either negative or inconclusive, so who knows...), which turned into pneumonia. As for what happened … the theory was that the mono (or whatever it was) and dehydration had weakened my right carotid artery. Then the pneumonia set in, and my non-stop coughing and hacking caused a carotid dissection (a tear in the carotid artery)and that either caused a clot to form, or allowed one through, and BANG! Luckily I was sitting in the doctor’s office when this happened (I use the term “lucky”, but it was more than just that—I fully believe that God was watching over me that day, and in the days leading up to it). I still get this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach when I think about how just the previous day I had driven Joel to school in the morning and spent the day at home with David while Shane was at work for 12 hours. The “main event” took place on a Friday, and Shane was off that day, so I made a last-minute doctor appointment and was able to get in right away. For as bad as this was, it could have been SO much worse.
I lost big chunks of time from that day, and much of the following few weeks. I have some memories, but they are very foggy. I had no concept of time whatsoever…I think I was conscious the whole time, but was very “out of it”. Detached from everything that was going on, like I was watching a dream. I don’t remember that $5000 Life Link flight to the hospital. I don’t remember being told that I’d had a stroke or that moment when I first realized that the entire left side of my body was, for all intents and purposes, GONE. I couldn't keep track of what day it was, but somewhere in my mind, I knew (or *thought*) that if anybody knew that, they’d think something was wrong with me (yes, I do realize how dumb that sounds! haha), so I made sure to look at the whiteboard on the wall first thing when I woke up—the nurse would always write the date on there…so when the swarm of neuro docs came into my room every day and asked me what day it was, I knew what to tell them.
I wasn’t allowed to have anything to eat or drink those first few weeks, because of the weakened muscles in my throat and tongue, and somewhere about halfway through that initial hospital stay, I had surgery to put a feeding tube into my stomach and spent a couple of weeks getting a stinky liquid concoction pumped in through that. Within the first few days of November, I transferred from Minneapolis to St Cloud and spent another 3 weeks doing inpatient rehab. When I first got there, I literally couldn’t even sit up straight—forget walking. I couldn’t. I was learning how to walk at the same time as my son (though I’m sure he learned faster than I did!) I took my first steps on November 14, 2003.
I have never really considered myself a particularly "strong" person, in any sense of the word. I spent the first year post-stroke feeling very negative and depressed. Everything was "why me?" " poor me", blah blah blah. I cried a lot and was generally probably not very much fun to be around. Obviously, I'm not thrilled with what happened but, with time, I was able to look past what I had lost and see the ways that it has blessed me. And it has! It got me out of a job that I hated and that I felt incredibly burned out on and allowed me to be at home with my kids. We never thought we could afford to be a one-income family. It was not the way I wanted to make that happen, but the end result is the same. I have awesome, supportive, encouraging friends, and I was shown the lengths that my parents and other family members—and, in a handful of cases, even co-workers and people that I hardly knew, were willing to go to help me out. We always feel like we "know" our families and friends will be there in those times of crisis....but mine proved it by going above and beyond. On the flipside of that coin, other people who I thought would be there...really weren't. And that's not necessarily a bad thing to know. I pray more now than I ever did before.
Seven years later, I still walk with a noticeable stagger/limp, sort of like I’ve had a few too many, my sense of balance sucks, and although I have regained *some* movement in my left arm, my hand has really not come back to a functional level. I'm pretty good at doing EVERYTHING one- handed. Thank God the stroke took my left side, and I am right-handed. I don't multi-task as well as I did once-upon-a-time. I get easily overwhelmed, flustered and frustrated…but so what??? I've always been clumsy and scatterbrained and a little on the forgetful side...now I just have something to blame it on! :-)
I still notice small changes...certain things coming back, or feeling stronger. They are not big changes...probably not things that you'd notice if you don't spend a lot of time with me...but *I* notice. I may never be the way I was "before". I hope and pray that I continue to improve and regain as much as possible, but if this is as good as I ever get...I can honestly say I'm okay with that. I don’t see that as “giving up”-I just know I’ll be alright. Maybe I’m a little bit tougher than I thought I was.
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