Survival rate?

I have been a little apprehensive about starting a blog. Am I interesting enough? Will I be able to express it in a way that is grammatically correct and that makes sense? But I have been convinced that a blog reader does not have the same expectations as a book reader might. I’ll do my best and learn as I go.

Since the stroke my brain has trouble processing many thoughts. It has becomes more difficult to write when there are many thoughts floating around upstairs. I feel the need to regurgitate them all at one time and run on sentence that goes on forever. I shouldn’t be so hard on myself....I did have a stroke. This stroke has been the reason I have had to relearn how to breathe, eat, talk and walk. With that said.......
The situation was very touch and go for the first week. I even had a relapse where I began coughing uncontrollably and manual resuscitation was necessary, just like you may see on the hospital shows. I was afflicted with a brain stem stroke. Not very many people survive that type of stroke since it is the area of the brain that controls breathing and other automatic functions. Those functions that aren’t thought about to occur.

The dire situation is best illustrated when my ex husband had proudly stated to some visitors that I had beaten 85% of the odds. Wait a minute, he must have gotten that wrong and meant 15%, I thought in the foggy haze.

Those visitors also stated that if there was anything we might need.....they would be there for us. It is a bit overwhelming to think about all of the support I received. I still run into strangers, faces I recognize but names escape me, in my hometown that said they prayed for me. It must have worked.

I also have two shoeboxes full of cards and letters full of support and encouraging words, even my grade two teacher. My house has angels and stuffed animals on display that are a reminder of support. Not to forget the thoughtful gifts of all types that made my 51/2 month stay in the hospital more bearable. Thank you

I am only now beginning to be proud and boastful of my achievements. My sister in law has said I should be proud. ‘Look at where you came from feeding tubes, wheel chairs and 24 hour care to an independent woman living on her own’. When you put it that way I guess it is quite an accomplishment. I just can’t see the upside to giving up. Fighting can be tiring but look at the alternative; giving up meant living life as a semi-vegetable. Noooo thank you