THE Stroke.
Not MY stroke. I didn’t Want it. I don’t claim it. Not mine. Take it back.
January 2021, I was nearly finished with my website redesign. I had just purchased nearly $300 worth of art supplies and canvases, and I was ready to start a whole new series about my travels and move away from painting portraits.
Those new supplies sat unused for too long. It was nearly a year and half later until I was to pick up a brush again.
Updates from my mother.
emails to friends & family
As a result of a fall from a horse, a shattered collarbone led to a stroke.
It was one in the morning and I was nervous about my first major surgery at 8am, when I started slurring my words. It took a minute to realize that it wasn’t the painkillers! My right (dominate) side was flaccid as I tried to sit up. I called for my roommate and we called 911. Within minutes I was in an ambulance. I told them I was scared. I was taken to Memorial hospital.
February 3, 2021, after COVID tests, MRIs and everything else, I was left completely paralyzed on my right side, fortunately with no aphasia. I was allowed one visitor and my mother was able to immediately leave Iowa and be in Savannah the next day. She stayed just over two months and sent regular updates to family and friends, that I’ve saved here.
I was moved to an inpatient facility and stayed for one month. I moved back to my house in Savannah on March 10, 2021, for one month of at home rehab, followed by outpatient rehab.
As a result of a fall from a horse, a shattered collarbone led to a stroke.
It was one in the morning and I was nervous about my first major surgery at 8am, when I started slurring my words. It took a minute to realize that it wasn’t the painkillers! My right (dominate) side was flaccid as I tried to sit up. I called for my roommate and we called 911. Within minutes I was in an ambulance. I told them I was scared. I was taken to Memorial hospital.
February 3, 2021, after COVID tests, MRIs and everything else, I was left completely paralyzed on my right side, fortunately with no aphasia. I was allowed one visitor and my mother was able to immediately leave Iowa and be in Savannah the next day. She stayed just over two months and sent regular updates to family and friends, that I’ve saved here.
I was moved to an inpatient facility and stayed for one month. I moved back to my house in Savannah on March 10, 2021, for one month of at home rehab, followed by outpatient rehab.
Today is my I’m still alive day.
yearly Facebook updates
Updates from my mother.
emails to friends & family