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
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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
Preparing for Mr.’s Return: A Recovery Journey
I started a post 15 days ago to give you an update. Then I clicked save and walked away from my computer. I was likely out of spare time. It's hard to come by these days. Here we are at the yearly time change, and I figure, what the heck? I have this 'extra' hour… Continue reading Preparing for Mr.’s Return: A Recovery Journey
Finding Progress in Stroke Recovery: Lessons on Acceptance
Is it possible to accept imperfection more than desire perfection? What do you think? Well...yes, and no. Mostly, yes. Huh...what is perfect? What the hell is perfection in life? Perhaps it's the ability to accept imperfection? Let me tell you this, having a husband who is recovering from a massive hemorrhagic stroke puts one's (aka,… Continue reading Finding Progress in Stroke Recovery: Lessons on Acceptance
As The Pause Continues
I can't tell you how many times I've thought, "Just write a quick post, Mr. and your loyal peeps would want to know how things are going!" And, then, I couldn't write. I couldn't find the energy. Mostly, couldn't find the words I wanted to share. It's been a wild ride. Staff changing regularly BP… Continue reading As The Pause Continues
And Then Mr. and I Had To Pause Our Lives Together
June 21, 2024, 1:39 pm, my cellphone rang. It was Mr. calling me from his office just one floor in our house below me. Odd... I thought maybe it was a butt-dial thing as I couldn't make out what he was saying. I ran to his office and found him lying on the floor, unable… Continue reading And Then Mr. and I Had To Pause Our Lives Together