It's About Time!
Let me ask you a question. How much time do you have left? Do you know? Of course not, nobody does. I never really thought about it much, but it was always in the back of my mind. It was June 19th, 2013, I was feeling a strange numbness in my fingers and leg, it was kind of like a pinched nerve. When I got out of bed the next morning the use of my arm, hand and fingers was limited, so I asked my wife Pam to rush me to the emergency.
They took me right in and immediately sent me in to get an MRI. They wheeled me back to the emergency room and said I wasn’t going anywhere, and I was being admitted to the hospital. It wasn’t real to me yet and all I could think of, is this it? On my way, up to my room in the elevator, I remember seeing the light above me get smaller and smaller until it was dark, and I had my full stroke then and there.
When I woke up a few hours later with my wife beside me, they told me I had a stroke. I couldn't believe it, I fell back asleep. When I woke up the next morning, that question, How much time do you have left was now in the front of my mind. I know many of you had a similar experience and even worse. Suddenly things that seemed so important, take a back seat. We stroke survivors are very fortunate and blessed to still be here and should be grateful for the time we have each and every day. As I say to others when asked how do you keep going? It’s not always easy, but it’s always a choice. Your choice.”