Thursday, 8 September 2011
Without warning it struck
I am going to keep this short as I could be here all night telling you about my last three days...but I want to spend tonight with the man I love. Because on Tuesday afternoon he was admitted to our local Emergency Department as a category three (high) as everyone thought he'd had a stroke. After many tests and sleepless nights and long days we were finally told today that he hasn't had a stroke, but something like it that will put him in to speech rehabilitation for several weeks. The brain is a funny thing. The doctors don't really know what caused this, but the cerebellum isn't sending out the correct messages to the lower face/throat - or, if it is, the messages aren't getting through correctly.
On Tuesday I thought he was going to die. When I left hospital at 1.30am he thought it was 1995.
On Wednesday I thought he would never be the same again. Doctors were preparing us for the worst.
Today I have hope that our life will return to normal. He is now home, recuperating.
I can't tell you how quickly it happened. He started the sentence talking fine and ended it without being able to say the word. In a micro-second life changed.
I never want to fear of losing him again. My heart felt like it had stopped.
Live for the day, peeps - don't care for the 'morrow until it arrives.