Tomorrow will be a red letter day for me. Tomorrow, I will complete the last day of my therapy sessions. It will be 3 years and 46 days since my first stroke. It seems like a lifetime ago, but it also seems like yesterday. Since the strokes (and assorted other things like seizures, ER visits, and worry) I have been doing all sorts of therapy including speech, physical, occupational, reading, vision, acupuncture, massage, and hypnosis therapy. I cannot fathom the hours of appointments I have had. I cannot calculate the hours of “homework” I have done. I cannot imagine the countless hours striving to be back to “normal.” And, it comes down to this: I am blessed in countless ways, but I will never be back to normal. However, it has taken 3 years and 46 days for me to count my blessings and realize I have a pretty good life. Certainly, I miss “Mark Dunham.” I miss a lot of things from my old life. I miss reading. I miss helping my son with his homework. I mi...
I am a stroke survivor. My blog is about my recovery, family, and possibilities.