Hello there blogosphere! This is my first post in my new blog, My Miracle Life. I broke it down a little in my About me page, so I’m not going to get too crazy here, just a bit more about me for now. 🙂
I dedicated over a decade to helping the sick and injured, until November 2011, I became one of the sick. Standing up from a sitting position, I felt a heat rise from the back of my right foot to the back of my neck and snap like a rubber band. It was the worst pain I had ever felt, yet it only lasted about 30 seconds. Immediately after, I felt nauseated. My ex-girlfriend at the time was also an EMT; she drove me to the local ER. Halfway there, I was semi-conscious, vomiting and seizing. Thankfully, she didn’t waste time pulling over to call 911; she just kept going.
A CT scan revealed a sub-arachnoid hemorrhage in my brain. Since the hospital was local and not trauma equipped, I had to be flown to a Level 1 Trauma Hospital. I had brain surgery the following morning. I also suffered an ischemic stroke during surgery, which is a common side effect of brain surgery. I spent nearly a month in neuro-surgical ICU fighting for my life; my left side was useless, my speech was impaired, and my memory, focus, and concentration were shot. After ICU, I was sent to an inpatient rehabilitation facility where I spent another month, learning how to use my left side, how to speak again, concentrate and focus again.
Writing is what is keeping me going. I am still recovering; my brain is still recovering. A lot of people don’t get that. I can walk now, slowly, but without the assistance of any mobility devices, unless the weather is bad or my pain scale is unbearable. I can talk now, but when I get overwhelmed, which happens quite easily, I stutter and cry. My attention span, focus, and concentration have improved; I still have to work on it constantly.
People look at me and don’t see visible signs of brain injury most of the time. That doesn’t mean it’s not there. I’ve had people I believed cared about me call me unflattering names to my face in order to be hurtful; it’s because they think I’m healed and they believe I can take it. It’s their idea of ‘tough love’.
That’s why I picked up the writing I let go of so long ago. I can’t work now; not yet, anyway. I am still working on getting better. I never give up, ever. I consider myself too lucky to have gone through so much to think anything is beyond my capabilities. All I need is more time. I have plenty of encouragement from family, a very small network of friends who I consider family, and blogging buddies I have been blessed to have come across and been able to share my story with for over a year and a half.
I look forward to meeting more survivors and educating the world on stroke awareness and brain injury. Please feel free to comment and follow.
Don’t forget! May is American Stroke Awareness Month!!