It was a shock. It was a routine surgery on her knee and, in the middle of the night, a blood clot ended her life. I was not a close friend, but she was a vibrant person who knew everyone. Her laugh was infectious! I went to the funeral because I needed some closure. “Closure” in the sense that she is really gone. A bright light is gone. She was alive and now she is not. How does that happen? Why? Another friend of mine had a stroke several years ago. Now, she has been diagnosed with breast cancer. Another Facebook friend just told her contacts that her brother had a stroke 3 months ago, and he had another one this week. I had an appointment this week with a therapist, and he told me that one of his other client's has a son who has colon cancer…terminal. The common denominator is they are young. Like me. In the 90’s my father died and I got divorced. I was despondent. I great friend sent a book to me: “When B...
I am a stroke survivor. My blog is about my recovery, family, and possibilities.