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It will be 6 years Oct. 25 since Jerry let me know he "need a doctor". I can never forget that morning and how I found out he had actually started on the stroke the day before at work but didn't want to say anything. We are VERY lucky it wasn't worse since treatment action was significantly delayed due to the patient's refusal to face what was happening. I wish he could adopt your attitude. Mayo told him he needed cognitive behavior therapy because he wouldn't accept what had happened to him, but he won't work at that. His motto has always been--if you ignore it it will go away and I don't need to change. Someone gave my daughter a meme that sums it up--You can't fix stupid but sometimes duck tape helps. People tell me overall I have developed a wicked sense of humor they find amazing with what I deal with sometimes. Obviously this is not one of those times when life is easier--he's pretty touchy so am just trying to weather the storm and wait for the wind to change. When it does the sun shines until the next cloud. My faith keeps me moving ahead and keeps the love alive even when there is not much to "love" --it is an action NOT an emotion. Days like now my hero is Abigail. It couldn't have been easy living with Nabal, but Scripture tells us she was deemed beautiful and respected by all. If I can figure out how to do what she did, I will have things better. Her name means Father's joy--not my name but hopefully I can manage to bring joy into every situation. Thanks for your encouragement. Who knows maaybe Jerry will watch your you tube spots with me. 🙂

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May God bless you.

I'm reminded of when I was in the rehab hospital right after the stroke. There was a man there who seemed to be struggling a lot. I asked my PT, who said, "His problem is that he won't work. He wants us to fix him. We can't. We can show him, but he has to do it himself."

I tried to learn from that guy's attitude, and work my hardest to improve. When my PT would ask if I thought I could do some new task, I'd say, "Let's find out."

Then again, I was 300 miles from home, and I wanted desperately to get well enough to travel home!

It's good that your faith comforts you. My first year was very difficult, mostly because of pain. I would pray, "Okay, Lord, I guess I won't get a miracle cure. But I'm at the end of my rope here. Help me get over this hurdle, then the next, and the next." Those prayers were answered, just barely. Enough to keep me going, anyway.

And keep your sense of humor! It helps. There were times when if it weren't for humor, my wife and I might not have made it.