Well, today is the day that I have been waiting for a month. I hope (of couse, it depends on what she says) that after today I will be done seeing doctors. The only nice thing is that you have to be accepted to Dr. Davis, but my understanding is that SHE wants to see ME. It is nice to see a Dr. that wants to see you instead of vice versa. Anway, I should know more after today than I have ever known before. The Dr. today is a stroke specialist. I have seen neurologists before, but each of my neurologists want me to see THIS Dr. apparently she is the best in Iowa dealing with strokes. If I stump her, then I don't know what I will do next. A part of me wants her to say that she cannot see anything wrong with me, she is baffled, so I just have to go home. At the same time, another part of me wants her to find something wrong with me, tell me what causes it, what the prevention is and to have a nice day. I cannot have both, but either would be nice.
Today is December 8, 2023 - 15 years since my stroke. Time is deceiving; on one hand, it moves so fast that we can barely imagine that the person we were 15 years ago, and the person we are today are the same person. I have started this post 4 different times in the last few weeks; it is just so hard to put into words what I'm feeling. I feel really good for a dead guy (that is my standard greeting; several doctors have told me that I should had died at least 11 years ago.) But, it is so hard for me to talk about feeling good, considering the path we have been on for the last 2 months. My son was the one who helped me to the car when I could not walk; my son was the one who watched the girls when Laura had to take me to the hospital. My son was the one who bought me the little Christmas tree for my ICU room after my surgery, and it was my son that so often told his mom how worried he was about me when I would show signs of weakness. My son has been such a big part of my recovery,...
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