I guess it was the fact that today marks the 2-month anniversary of my surgery. Everyone, except my wife, is acting like nothing has really changed. I know, I know, I should be grateful that I am not in a state that everyone is reminded of my stroke. From a purely knowing, logical standpoint I know that. It is just the fact that, as of right now, life as I knew it on December 8th has ceased to exist and that affects no one except me and my wife. She has to get up everyday (that I am on it) AT 6:00 to give me shots of Lovenox. She has to fill my pill minder every day. I cannot do the things that I used to be able to do. Life, as I knew it, is changed. I know it has only been 2 months, but at the same time it is a miracle of God that I am walking around, it has only been 2 months for me to get used to my new life. That is not much time. Anyway, probably I won't write much else (I hope) about my struggles adapting. I just wanted to vent a little.
On December 8, 2008, my life changed forever. I had a double sided cerebellar stroke with 2 brain stem compressions. It was not until December 10, 40 hours after my stroke, that surgery was finally done to relieve the pressure. Dr. Piper, the neuro-surgeon from Iowa Methodist hospital in Des Moines, told my wife that surgery was nothing more than an attempt to save my life, but that it would not erase the deficiencies as a result of the stroke. Although she admits that she did not really understand what Dr. Piper had just said, my wife, Laura, agreed to the surgery and the care team performed a decrompessive craniotomy, to hopefully relieve the pressure and allow my brain to function somewhat normally. For those who have followed my blog for the last 14+ years, the surgery was successful, I returned to the church and I now live a relatively normal life, although I do have some pretty severe, though not always visible, defieciencies. I really thought that life could not get any worse th