I had a stroke, that sentence, those 4 words say something and nothing.
Yes, it says I survived what for many sadly, can be life ending but it doesn’t tell you what kind or what area of the brain was affected.
It doesn’t tell others what I now have to deal with every day, how I may never be the same person I once was.
It doesn’t tell others that I’m in mourning for the loss of that person, the person I was, that grief can be just as powerful as losing a loved one, it’s a process akin to the 5 stages of grief. The road ahead is long and difficult, every day can be a struggle, obstacles to overcome and adapt to.
I had a stroke… how I dislike that sentence. However that’s progress, I used to loathe and hate that sentence. At the beginning I couldn’t even say the word ‘stroke’ without having an anxiety/panic attack. It shows how far along in my post stroke journey I am.
To be honest, I knew very little about a stroke beforehand, I only knew the basics, that a stroke on one side of the brain affected the other side of the body, I didn’t know about the emotional turmoil it causes, all the physical deficits to be overcome, the mental and cognitive issues, the utter devastation it causes to the person and their families.
I consider myself fortunate, I can’t say I would consider myself lucky, if I was lucky, I wouldn’t have had a stroke, I’m fortunate because I’m a survivor, the outcome could have been so much worse.
I wanted to say thank you to everyone here for their support and encouragement over the last 6 months, I’ve learned a lot from you all, I’ve taken strength from knowing I’m not in this alone. You are all remarkable, courageous people, be proud of yourselves and the progress you’ve made.
My thanks and best wishes to all my fellow survivors and their carers and family