Language
is key for me. I love to write and read.
It is fundamental for my soul. I cannot imagine my life without communication,
words, reading the great books and thoughts. But one of the most devastating things
about my stroke is the loss of my inner voice that is my “thought.”
I
used to read so fast. I used write to fast.
It
is ironic that my “voice” is stilled because of my stroke. I was great in math,
art, etc. School was really easy for me.
I cannot do a lot of things like I used, but, really, who cares about
math!
I
do care about reading and writing. It is the essence of my being.
And,
I thought it would kill me even if I recovered from my stroke.
It
is getting better. The fact that I am blogging again is the testament that I am
recovering. I must be patient. I want to read and write right NOW! But, my body
is a mystery to me, and I must wait and let nature take its course.
Last
night, I noticed my cupboard door in my bathroom. I actually forgot that I
practiced different words. What words you might ask?
"Definition:
A word, such as a preposition, a
conjunction, or an article, that has little semantic content of its own and
chiefly indicates a grammatical relationship. Also called form word, functor. Here
are some examples of functors in English:
Demonstratives such as this and that or
Conjunctions such as and, or, and but
or
Conjunctions such as and, or, and but."
On
way to say these are prepositions or “connector words.” It is common that stroke patients have big trouble
saying these words. Actually, I make a lot mistakes because of these word, and assume my blog posts are riddled with these functor words. I cannot help myself it seems!
My
wife did so much to help my recovery. Throughout our house, she put lists of my
trouble words everywhere. We started with “time” words. I had no clue about things like “tomorrow,
today, yesterday, and the weekend.” It wasn’t just the words, I could not
comprehend their meaning. I suppose that given that I wasn’t thinking about
time, space, matter, and even my future.
So,
when I discovered last night, I reminded myself that I have come a long way. I
am proud of myself – and Heather!
It
is also ironic that the other part of the door says something “We love you
Daddy.” The name “Daddy” is something I focused on over and over as I have been
recovering. Ethan says “I love you
Daddy.” I love you too Ethan Stanford Dunham. I am getting stronger every day
because I want to be daddy for Ethan.
But,
I still have some functor words that give me grief. I could use a profane word
similar to “functor” to describe my stroke but I digress.
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