I never left

I never left. My brain went but I did not. I was still here, functioning as best I could. In the beginning their was darkness which gave way to light. Darkness in that my speech was whacked by the stroke, gone but not forgotten. Light in every day I woke up from the darkness to envision my life again. It was a slow, slow progression. Everyday for 2.9 years I woke up and just did it again. Everyday. What else was I going to do? I was done in by plague which gathered in the Carotid arteries. Damn you plague! Butter and Beef did me in. But the stroke got me at 46 years old. If I had been 56 their would have been no hope. I would have gotten the Carotid Endarterectomy and still had to fight against the Aphasia, which instead of taking me 2.9 years it could have taken 5 or 7 years, or more.




Just in the last 6 months, from May to September, I made leaps and bounds back to were I was prior to the stroke. On 9/14/09 I awoke not to feeling the darkness around me, I woke up to feeling A-OK. Which is remarkable.



So instead of having a stroke at age 46 which is awful is as awful does I could have had it at 56 and been done for. So now I am 49, just coming out of the stroke and I know what I have to do to not have the stroke again. Which is all I could hope for. In time I hope to work with stroke victims, either work with them on the right or left side (paralysis) or Aphasia. In time everything should be OK. I never left.