This is my first posting, so be gentle with me :) I'm 55 and I had a stroke two years back, the indirect result of a hit I took on the slopes of Vail, at the hands of a snowboarder that never stopped! The last few years have been a roller coaster and it's changed my life forever ... in a good way. I am going to share lots of the highs and lows in the coming blogs, but I wanted to get the fundamentals out of the way first.
I do want to share a rather new development because it struck me very hard, in a curious way more than a negative way.
My younger son teased me for years for being so sentimental, especially when I cry at movies — often over something completely inconsequential — that in his opinion are stupid. Yes, I cry at sentimental moments, as I am a romantic at heart. But since my stroke, I've shed tears like a waterfall. I know from the interviews that I've conducted with other stroke survivors that this stuff happens. One guy told me that he's been a tough-ass and a man's man his whole life and he's terribly embarrassed when he breaks out in tears in front of his buds ...
I will leave you now, but just wanted to introduce myself on my first day of blogging. Let me know if any stroke survivors , family members, or caregivers happen across this blog!
Best,
Steve, The Stroke Survivor
You don't have to be old, sick, fat, or a smoker to have one! This blog follows my stroke, from inception to recovery and beyond ...