Today marks the two year anniversary of my stroke. As I begin this, I note that the time is, coincidentally, about the same as that when I first noticed my right hand wasn’t working anymore, ironically when working on a post to this blog.
I wanted to take this opportunity to thank all of you for allowing me to retain some semblance of sanity in the first weeks following the event, when I could read, if not post, here. I also wanted to publicly state my thanks to the PTs (particularly Susie, Karla and Amy) and OTs (particularly Kay, George, Sarah, and Krista) at Via Christi Rehabilitation Hospital, f/k/a Our Lady of Lourdes, for their constantly pushing me to do more than I thought I could. This provided the foundation from where my continued improvement (albeit a very slow one) comes. The deficiency remains, although it shrinks a bit over time.
This event caused me to directly confront my mortality, and reexamine my priorities. Changes have occurred in my lifestyle, some of which gripe my butt, but which were needed to continue some semblance of a “normal” life. I continue to evaluate my situation, appreciating the fact that I am able to awake, arise, take nourishment, and spend time with my family and friends, including, without limitation, those here on PPP, some of whom I have yet to personally meet.
This experience has also clarified my thoughts on the health care system, and how best to provide medical care to the populace. I won’t go further now, as this was not intended to be a diatribe or argument for or against any particular position, but as an appreciation of what has gone before coupled with a wee celebration of being able to give it. Everyone take good care, and have one on me today.