As I sat down to write to you dear blogging buddies, I realized something profound. Not huge, but profound. I was with a friend on a trip to Florida a year ago this week. That in and of itself is profound. Seems like a lifetime ago. Like so many things these days. I still love… Continue reading Simple Joys of the Power of Neuroplasticity
How Mr.’s Stroke Helped Us Choose Our Word for 2025
I'm sitting here staring at the blinking line flashing on the screen before me, remembering days when I'd felt the urge to write to you, yet it was hard to find something to write about. I find comfort in knowing that some things about myself will be a steady reminder of life before Mr.'s stroke.… Continue reading How Mr.’s Stroke Helped Us Choose Our Word for 2025
How We’ve Fallen Into A Stroke Recovery Groove
Holy smokes, where did the past 35 days go? I ask the question, "What day is it?" more than I've ever done in the past. The days/nights blurred together during the first few weeks of Mr.'s return home. We got through those stumbling, bumbling, and mumbling (swearing) moments until desperation led us to find a… Continue reading How We’ve Fallen Into A Stroke Recovery Groove
Reflecting on 2024: Lessons from My Year of Change
Here we are, the end of 2024, wow, what a year it was. It's a fitting moment for me to reflect on the closure of our year. I'm willing to finally accept my word of the year as 1/2 of the year was our Coddiwomple 2024 adventure. Much of it is a blur: For those… Continue reading Reflecting on 2024: Lessons from My Year of Change
Homecoming After Stroke: A Journey of Resilience
One day shy of 6 months from the date of Mr.'s stroke we met our goal of bringing him back home in time for his birthday and Christmas. I didn't have time to do any shopping for gifts, but dang, this gal was motivated to get him home, and 
we did just that! The… Continue reading Homecoming After Stroke: A Journey of Resilience
The Journey of Recovery: Our Coddiwomple Adventure
This morning, I sipped my coffee slower than usual. I enjoy the simplicity of holding a warm cup of coffee and pausing to reflect on how to find hope. Today, I didn't cry. Yesterday I did. Tears flow at the most random times. Oh, how I miss our morning routine of passing each other at… Continue reading The Journey of Recovery: Our Coddiwomple Adventure