Was it a stroke of luck?“You’re lucky.” It’s a phrase I’ve heard often since my stroke—lucky to have my sight, lucky to have avoided more severe deficits, and lucky to be here.
I don’t feel lucky about what happened. But I do feel grounded in gratitude for the path of healing I’m on, for the people walking beside me, and for the ways this experience continues to shape how I see myself and the world. This blog is where I make sense of that journey in real time—through story, reflection, and the quiet work of rebuilding. |
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I arrived to Spalding Rehabilitation Hospital on August 27 and had my first full day of intense therapy that Friday. I woke up Saturday morning excited for therapy and stepped outside of my room about 7:30 AM to see if my schedule was posted. I was not technically allowed outside of my room independently yet - I only took a quick peek. There was no schedule, so I asked the nurse if she could let me know what was happening today. Nurse D came back to the room with a piece of paper. She let me know that I was not on the schedule for therapy today and then on the weekends you alternate therapy with a rest day. With that, she folded the paper in half then tore it and put in the garbage. Since I'd only gotten here on Thursday and had only one day of therapy so far, I was not prepared for so much rest.
That day I decided to start a blog to help me track my journey as well as work on my communication. Those of you who know me, are probably shaking your head and saying of course that’s what Tania decided to do. Being curious, and having permission to move about freely within my room, I did retrieve the paper from the trashcan. I was surprised. It was a blank piece of paper with just the room number 228 on it. This piece was written 8/29/20 and revised for this site on 3/22/21.
There’s a lot I can’t do for myself - yet. We are all hoping insurance does the right thing and approves me going to accurate rehab. Your good energy is much appreciated.
This photo was taken in ICU yesterday. I had an encore appearance as the result of new symptoms and the stroke converting to a hemorrhagic stroke - they found some bleeding so they wanted me watched for changes in symptoms. I’ve been holding steady. Rest assured my sense of sarcasm is in tact and has served me well. #strokerehab #strokesurvivor #strokesurvivorsneverquit |
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