If I had a crystal ball when I was younger or a way to see into the future, would I have done anything differently? Possibly.
Would it have changed what happened? Probably not.
The truth is I don’t know why I developed a clot, one small change within my body with potentially, such catastrophic damage.
Did it develop in my brain or travel to my brain, where did it come from? I don’t know.
All I can say for certain is one evening whilst sitting watching TV with a cuppa and a biscuit, it happened. I still prefer the term CVA, (cerebral vascular accident) though it’s more commonly known as a stroke. I think I prefer CVA because part of me still wants to deny it happened, though of course I know it did, I think it’s a defence mechanism of sorts, but hey I’m no psychologist just my own observation.
Initially, I lost the use of my right arm and couldn’t speak, my face had drooped, so classic FAST signs. The thing is, whilst I knew almost immediately it had happened and what it was, I took the dropped cup into the kitchen and had to physically scoop the half eaten bite of biscuit from my mouth with my fingers as I couldn’t swallow it (apologies if that’s TMI) cleaned up the spilt tea (with my left (good) hand) before sitting and processing all the feelings and sensations happening within my body, I tried moving my arm and hand, nothing, no movement only strange tingling, as I’ve mentioned previously, I felt so calm, so peaceful, almost euphoric, detached from emotions such as fear, even though I knew I should get help, which of course I did after a few minutes, however initially I sat and contemplated, I internally explored my body and mind.
After leaving hospital I wanted to know the reason why it happened, but I wasn’t given one. The only follow up investigative test I’ve had (other than a CT scan in hospital, which revealed nothing) is a 24 hour heart monitor, which showed my heart’s ok apart from I’ve got a slow heartbeat.
So, it appears it was ‘just one of those things that happened’.
I’ve made quite a good physical recovery, all things considered, but it messed with my head, my emotional and mental health suffered. It made me think of my own mortality, not something I’d considered before, I believed I was fit, healthy, an event such a stroke not on my radar. I’m not the same as I was, but I’m here, still fighting. I have my off days when I have that pang of nostalgia, wishing I could have prevented it from happening.
I’m a work in progress, I’m getting there, I’ve worked on my emotional and mental health, fitness levels are lagging behind somewhat now I’m back at work but again something I’m trying to rectify.
I’ve come to realise it’s no good dwelling on the what ifs, the could of, should of’s, things happen throughout our lives that we have no control over both good and unfortunately bad. All we can aim to do is the best we can to look after ourselves, our bodies.
Wishing everyone all the very best, stay strong, keep fighting, keep pushing forward.