In case I forget how far I have come…
This is from when i was well enough to have asked for my BlackBerry and to have remembered how to use it…
These were in October 2010. The bleeding stopped about a week ago (April 2011).
I still have massive scars in my hair – sometimes I wish they weren’t so well hidden. I wish they were across my face so that people couldn’t forget that I am recovering from a brain hemorrhage and a very immense brain surgery. But I know that it’s a blessing not to be left with that too (but imagine having high expectations of a person in a wheelchair… we might change our expectations then I think).
Since then I have had one experience they call a TIA (Transient Ischemic Attack) which is likely a clot passing and briefly stopping in a vein/artery in the brain. It lasted about an hour with only a couple of the famous five warning signs (I had trouble speaking and understanding). It was scary but it passed – this was late Feb.
I have tried not to talk about it and not to dwell on it but it’s part of who I am so I am sharing that with you.
If you are wondering about why I never call you – please don’t forget that I am disabled (particularly with regard to sound and with visual stimulation).
I guess the choices are to love me anyway and be quiet or to be insulted and leave.
Either way I understand and I will still love you.
Be well,
Jen
P.S. This entry was called “wounds that heal” because there are some that never entirely heal.
As a child I liked to laugh, liked to play, liked to learn, liked to create, I liked to entertain others with humour or wit or performance… I liked to hug and be hugged, I liked to cuddle. I wasn’t perfect then (my parents might try to tell you I was – sometimes I wish that was true…) and I am still not perfect – far from it.
