I am … a Survivor.
survivor.” This is how I usually begin many of my conversation now-a-days with friends, family, and other stroke victims. I didn’t expect too being so young at the age of 37 but never the less this is now my life and more importantly my purpose. Stroke has given me new meaning to being a husband, a father of five, and has placed me in a position to help others who are struggling with coping help themselves. Coping with having a stroke is no easy task. My first stroke occurred during Christmas of 2014. On December 23rd, I woke up dazed and a tad incoherent. I had no idea what was happening with my body, but I started downstairs toward my wife and kids. It felt like I had bad sea legs. By the time I made it downstairs, not only was I completely out of it, I wasn’t able to speak or call for help. My wife quickly called 911 and I was transported to Sentara Northern Virginia Medical Center (SNVMC) which is a certified Primary Stroke Center. The doctor confirmed I had a stroke and the timing of the call from my wife saved my life. Unfortunately, I would go on to have two more strokes by Christmas morning and by New Years of 2015 the new reality of life begin to set in. I was literally going to have to change the way I lived to get my quality of life and health back. My progress has been slow, painful, confusing, and at times insecure and filled with denial. Stroke attacks the brain which in turn attacks the body. I suffered from memory loss, insomnia, and anxiety but now each and every day I counter stroke with LIFE, LOVE and HOPE. The key to rehabilitation is to live life pass its limits, love people pass their limits, and I hope pass your limits. This is how I counter stroke. My article was ran in the Washington Post..