Just over two years ago, I had two strokes. Now, I had a seizure about two weeks
ago. Those brain incidents have caused
me to reassess my life in so many ways.
I never thought about my mortality. I knew of course that I
would die someday, but the concept of my demise was so foreign to me. I thought
I would be much older. I thought I would be healthy throughout my life with
some life-ending issues at the end of my life.
I assumed I would have great health for a long time and enjoy
my retirement with a full life of travel and hobbies like woodworking and writing. My
wife and I would drive cross country in a motor home. We would travel to Europe.
We would enjoy our son who was a gift when he was born when we were in our
early forties. I had so many dreams about helping him with homework, exploring
the possibilities of life, coaching his teams, and telling all that I have
learned in my life.
But now, reality is setting in. Certainly, I am “getting
better.” Everyone including my doctors says I am a miracle. However, “getting better” depends on your
perspective.
I know that I am down. I know the new anti-seizure
medication I have to take for life will work. Soon. I know that the medications
have side effects including depression and mood swings. I am a
very intelligent guy despite my strokes and now seizures.
But, this is just so hard. Every day is a struggle.
My hobbies are gone because I cannot read well now. I cannot
use power tools ever. I cannot drive for three months because of the seizure (if
ever), and the prospect of our family driving cross country is a distant dream.
I was a wonderful writer, however, because of aphasia this blog post is almost impossible
to compete. Last night, my wife helped our son to get ready for a social studies
test. I cannot help him at all because I cannot read aloud; I cannot speak
well, etc. I feel useless.
I am on so many boards because I have knowledge and I want
to make a difference. However, I often think I cannot do the work like I want. I
have now realized that I was taking everything for granted…my intellect, my insight,
intuition, and instincts. Now, I second guess myself every day wondering why I try
to persevere and fight.
Of course, I cannot give up. I have realized that I have a depth
of tenacity that surprises me every day.
But, it is still hard when you wake up and realize that
every day will be a struggle to do even mundane things. Doctors need to be a reality
check and they are good for that. They are great to list my limitations. I know
also what I have lost, and I know I should be incredibly grateful.
Everyone including me knows “it could have been so much
worse.”
But, I miss the life I expected and hope for.
I do know that it could be worse. So many people have more issues than me, and I should not complain. But it is hard.
I do know that it could be worse. So many people have more issues than me, and I should not complain. But it is hard.
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