Four years ago today, I had my first stroke. It was unrealized when I woke up that morning what the day would have in store for me. How my life and my families life would be changed.
It was a typical morning with the chaos of 5 children in the house. Four kiddos to get out the door for school and one who was suspended and got to hang out with us. I woke up with an extreme headache and it continued to progress.
It was a scary day full of hopelessness and fear. It was a day where I couldn’t formulate thoughts. It was a day where communication was difficult. I knew what I wanted to say and do with my body but it was not possible.
Now, four years later, I have a new normal. I am not the high heeled wearing gal. I am me. A bit more confident, much more aware of my body and it’s needs and what it is telling. I still don’t always listen but I am learning.
To this day, I am taking strides in my recovery. Still being a pro active survivor. It is easy to be the victim and admittedly, I at times wear that badge but it is harder to be a survivor.