Apparently in Sept 2022 I got up in the morning. My daughter and I stood talking in my bedroom, suddenly I slowly slid down the wall and “fell asleep” on the floor. Knowing me well, she straight away knew something was horribly wrong. (She was 17 at the time) She called her father who drove home and luckily for me, he is team medic trained, the ambulance arrived and after doing all their checks couldn’t take me down the stairs because they needed another ambulance crew (protocol!), so my husband took me downstairs. I had the clot busting drug and was transferred to a second hospital to remove a clot from my brain stem. My family were told that it wasn’t likely I’d make it just as I woke up and told my Mum ‘I feel poorly’. I was transferred again and the first thing I remember is the Queens funeral! I spent 7 weeks in hospital (got Covid in there) and after lots of sessions with different therapist’s I was allowed to go home. I have memory loss, weakness in my left leg, loss of control of my left arm, double vision and horrendous fatigue. I have since seen my daughter turn 18 and I’ve had my 50th and these last 2 years have been hell. However, I am now strong enough to hear from the Stroke Medicine Doc that my Score was 35 on entry to hospital, which is certain death, but I’m still here!? I don’t know what the future holds and I’m not perfect, I’m also still scared of myself. Just writing it down makes me want to cry again and I’m procrastinating about pressing the ‘Create’ button, so I’m going to be brave.
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