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 am a stroke survivor. My blog is about my recovery, family, and possibilities.