That day in May 2008 started like any other Spring Saturday. I was off to work at my second job, a job I loved at the local greenhouse. It was Mother's Day weekend, and it promised to be a busy day. Little did I know, that after that day, that my life would never be "the same" again.
Just before noon I received word of the tragic death of my thirty-five-year-old nephew. I ran to the other end of the greenhouse to tell my boss I needed to leave and be with my family. She insisted that her daughter drive me to my parents home, just a mile away. I walked to her car and got in for the short ride. By the time we arrived I couldn't get out. An aneurysm in my brain had ruptured. Unable to move my right side, I immediately suspected a stroke and called 911 for help.
I spent three weeks in the hospital and rehab. I continued PT for months after my release. I am very fortunate to have regained my ability to use both my arm and leg. I have sensory loss down my entire right side, and constant pain and heaviness in my leg. I am able to live alone and perform many of the jobs necessary to maintain it.
I have limitations, but prefer to focus on how lucky I am to be alive, and how far I've come since that sunny Saturday in May.
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