Ok, so there’s a couple of people who’ve pinged me for help recently, either cancer or strokes. I sent them essentially spam, as the thoughts occurred to me, and kept emailing them. I don’t want anyone to feel as helpless as I felt sitting there in the oncologist’s office, ER, ICU, or where ever, wondering what was next.
Just the other night, I saw that Bret Michaels from Poison had a severe brain hemorrhage. I was on a phone call with work, and I saw “brain hemorrhage” pop up in the ticker on cnn.com.
I was in mid sentence and literally stopped, never completing the thought.
In an instant, all those memories came flooding back. I know what his friends and family are going through.
It’s not a happy place.
I’ve been kind of careful about what I read online. I don’t want to know potential limitations at this point in the game. I don’t want to know about “expected” results. I just want to know about what has worked in the past. Playing doctor google can be depressing.
I never want to know the ceiling of anything. Why put a lid on anything that you don’t know for absolute 100% certainty?
May is National Stroke Awareness Month. Chances are that someone you know will be going through what I’ve been going through the past 5 months. Without sounding too preachy, I’m going to do a series over the next couple of days with tips for folks who may find themselves in my situation.
They’re not 100% certain on the reasons for Anissa’s stroke. The doctor at one point told me that she even focused on the zebras instead of the horses.
Nothing really added up.
Their best guess as to why she had the stroke is blood pressure and the fact that she wasn’t taking care of herself. After the first stroke in 2005, Anissa had been really pretty good about napping. I encouraged it. The months prior to her most recent set of strokes, she was getting busier and busier and not taking care of herself. The naps got shorter, or simply didn’t happen.
She was going, going, going.
How many of you moms and dads out there are always going, going, going?
For your family’s and your own health’s sake: STOP.
Smell the roses once in a while.
Quit looking at your retirement fund and hang out with your kids with no pressure to go anywhere. Wear sandals and a Jimmy Buffett shirt. Sit down with your spouse, get a cup of coffee, and just watch the world go ’round. Hug a friend. If you think about a friend you haven’t spoken to in a while…pick up the damn phone and call them, let them know you still think about them. Life is too short for animosity.
Is it REALLY going to be the end of the world if you’re late with that xyz?
Sorry, I got off on a rant.
By the way, Sandi comes in tonight.
The same Sandi who came and stayed with us twice before.
The same Sandi who had a pizza party with my kids when we were all at a low point, allowing me to go have a quiet “date” night alone with my wife while she was still coming out of the coma.
The same Sandi who brilliantly figured out that the therapists in the nursing home simply weren’t understanding Anissa’s humor and were mis-diagnosing her mental state as homicidal or suicidal.
This time she’s coming with a mission. She’s been having dreams that she’s going to get Anissa up and walking to some extent. About a month and a half ago, she called me and said she needed to be here for that. Based on where Anissa was at that time, I was thinking Sandi was way too early. Due to life, our schedules just didn’t mesh until this coming week.
Last week, the therapists mentioned we may try to start walking with a walker pretty soon, maybe as soon as next week.
No pressure Sandi.