Here I am again, trying to put into words all the weird stuff that goes through my mind just to see if it makes sense.

I am a very lucky person. I know that most of the time. I have been married almost 29 years to my high school sweetheart. I have four smart, healthy kids who love me in spite of my weaknesses. I have a great big old drafty Victorian house that I wouldn't trade for anything practical. My 'business' involves shopping for antiques with my sister (and best bud) and then selling them on Ebay for a profit. I even have a devoted pup who likes nothing more than to curl up on my lap to watch TV with me. (He's a pillow hog though :big_grin: ).

My stroke was frightening, but even in that I was lucky. There was no question of what was going on. I woke up paralyzed on my left side. I didn't have to wonder should I go to the hospital? Is this significant? it was obvious. My poor kids had to call the ambulance. I was lying on the floor in the upstairs hall.

While I was in the hospital, love and concern poured in from every direction. My siblings, in-laws, friends and relatives showered me with support. My daughter's future mother-in-law even showed up and said a prayer for me!

I started out with total left side paralysis. I couldn't even feel my left side. I could have stuck a fork in my left thigh or arm and never would have felt it. But it started coming back within 48 hours. In four days I left the hospital waving my weak left hand. Two weeks of inpatient therapy and I walked out with a cane.

I need to record this for posterity, so that next week when I'm weeping on my little pity-pot I can review how my life really is.

I have been blessed indeed.

:cloud9:

Carol