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I am glad that I am alive...

I have been mulling over in my mind my visit with the neurologist on Tuesday. What she said is not just amazing, it is also alarming. When she showed me the scans, along with my wife and a student in neurology, she said something that is not only amazing, but it could also be alarming to the hearer.

When I had my eyes closed (because she had to do some motion tests with my eyes closed) I heard the student say that, if she was reading the scans right, I should not be able to do anything on my own. What the Dr. said was that this man (me) no longer has a cerebellum so he can't sit up, he can't walk, he can't do anything that requires any balance without one. Now, she knows, my wife knows, the student knows that whether I can or can't, I am. THAT is can also be alarming.

To know that I do not have a cerebellum know that I tried to keep myself in good know that I tried to lower my know that I tried to lower every bad thing in me and I STILL don't have a cerebellum is alarming. Now, I am NOT saying that you should not lower those things...I am just saying that you never know when you are going to have a matter what you do, a stroke truly is a silent killer. What you need to do...get your blood pressure checked, and if it is high then do whatever the Dr tells you. Get your cholesterol checked and do whatever the Dr tells you (if you don't like certain foods, you will learn to like them or you'll be dead). Lower anything the Dr tells you to lower. No matter what it takes, do it. Because hearing the words you don't have a cerebellum anymore is quite alarming. Maybe you'll be like me and have a nearly full recovery. But, most likely you won't and you'll be dead. The last thing that I can remember the Dr saying on Tuesday is that this would have killed most people.I don't know you, but I think that you fall in the category of "most people".  Don't try to emulate me, you be a picture of health and get yourself checked often.


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