The concept of written communication was something that I to for granted before of my stroke. Intellectually, my brain just…well…it flowed. I wrote a lot. I read voraciously. When the aftermath of the stroke finally dawned on me, I was horrified because I could not read or write. My hobby was reading – sometimes reading three or four books at a time – and writing. My recovery was tough anyway so I didn’t really think about it…communication. When you cannot speak it seems there are other priorities rather than reading or writing! But, along about March, I realized that I was missing a lot because I could read or write. I was a news junkie but, other than TV news, I was missing so much . I felt like I was in a bubble of confusion and despair anyway and this compounded my frustration. Frankly, I was pissed off in general, and this was the icing on the cake. Lo and behold, one of my therapists at Saint Alphonsus Rehabilitation Services (STARS), ...