Well, hello there. I think it is about time for us to take a little journey. Really, there is no reason in mind. No reason at all.
On March 11, 2012, we were living life similarly to any American couple without children. I say that, but I mean the boring, in bed by 10 p.m. kind. And I said we because this stroke didn’t just happen to me. It happened to Chris, too. And to everyone else who loves me, for that matter. But it mostly affected Chris and me. And I am pretty sure we will need couples’ therapy after I am recovered.
I can’t begin to imagine what it is like to have a spouse going through this. Seriously, at this age? I’d like to ask you to try and read this entry from Chris’ perspective.
For about a month after my stroke, I was in an intensive care unit at the hospital in Kansas City. Nobody knew what to expect of my prognosis. Except Chris knew my memory was still there.
Next, I was in Nebraska at a rehab hospital for three months. While there, I pretty much accomplished, well, nothing. Chris, however, sent a very important email I mentioned in a previous entry that got us connected with some communication specialists. I guess I did learn to sort of communicate using my left foot and a computer. And I guess it was there that we learned my recovery would take its own course and speed. They also got me off of that ventilator. Still not enough for me. Also, to be fair, I was kind of a mangled mess when I arrived.
Once I was back in the Kansas City area, I continued to work on using my toe switch with the computer. I was living in a nursing home then. For seven months, young Chris visited his young wife before and after work, on weekends and on holidays. While I was there, I began using my left thumb to communicate. And I started shaking my head.
I finally moved “home” in time for my one year stroke anniversary. I used quotation marks there because Chris and I decided to sell our house months earlier. He was then living in a tiny apartment close to his work and the nursing home. Chris was there and our dog was there, so it was home.
Now that we are living in Springfield, both our house and I need some work. Home renovations are underway, but not coming along as quickly as I had imagined. I guess that really exemplifies my recovery as well. My expectations have always been different than reality. That’s a good thing, right?