Suddenly, I feel… I honestly don’t know. I felt fantastic and proud of myself for working hard. Was working wmu Speech Therapist and found myself perturbed because I couldn’t put together EASY words
Crap!
I can’t use my right arm!!
I can’t drive a car!
I don’t have any money!
I…
Think I’ll go watch something funny. I am bummed out and have NO idea why…hhhmmm? Do you know?
Today mark’s six months since I had my massive stroke.
Yes, beloveds, it IS a marker. A life changing event that changed my life. FOREVER. I am no longer the same. I no longer sound the same. My facial features have also shifted. I can’t move my right hand.
I fight with a body that wants to betray me, on the daily.
Yet, that moment was NOT my tombstone. I am still here. I am STILL me. Life did not end. I can still thrive.
Yes, beloveds, there are a million things that I can no longer do. I may never do some of them.
My milestone is not my tombstone. Your milestone does not have to define or end you.
You, alone, decides how your story ends. Or, begins…lol
I miss being able to type. I am going to teach myself to type left handed.
I am going to attempt many things. Surely,I shall fall/fail, from time to time.
I am ready to shoot for other milestones. I have no idea what lies in store for me. Or, you.
Let’s do this together, eh?
Let’s endeavour to stop turning milestones into tombstones. Let the dead bury the dead. We’ve got too much living and too many thangs to do!