The Sound of Stroke Recovery

Life is full of sounds and smells. Sounds stick with you often, while smells can bring up memories at least for me.

The first sounds of the stroke was the gobbly-gook sounds coming from my husband over speaker mode of my son’s phone.

Hospitals are full of sounds and smells. The beep beep when the IV it was time to change it, the SHUSH-CUSH sound of the ventilator. The soft shhhh sound of the bed changing to help prevent bed sores. The gurgling sound coming from Scott alerting that suction was needed. The soft quick steps of the nurses and others up and down the hall. Crying, hush talking, creaking of wheels as the carts are moved back and forth.

Trying to sleep at home after 14 days was impossible, it was so dark and quiet usually this is perfect for sleeping but I kept waiting to hear the beeping, gurgling and a million other noises.

Just like life the sounds change sometimes dramatically depending on where you go, live and work.

Fast forward to being home. Wheelchair noise a squeaking rubber sound on the floor, transition to the tennis ball sound of the walker scraping across the floors.

The quiet because my husband could not speak well and the tone of his voice has changed, because of the ventilator and trachea tube.

The thud was probably the worse sound because that was the sound of him hitting the floor. It happened fairly often and then no more. He always smiled when he fell like it was some secret joke.

The sounds of life now are that soft scuffing sound when he walks, the right leg doesn’t move normally there is still some paralysis it is a wonderful sound. There are many more, I listen in the morning and evening for the sound of the toothbrush…I think I have said close to 1,500 times “Honey turn it on” then next sound when he is done is the kind of ricocheting sound as the toothbrush lays in the sink still running…..another 1500 times saying “Honey turn it off”

Listening to breathing at night, placing my hand lightly on his chest to feel it moving up and down in rhythm to his snoring.

Laying in bed in the morning listening for the pantry door to be opened as he retrieves cat food for the morning feeding of our cat. Getting those couple extra minutes before I am up to go shave his face and help him in the shower.

Handing him something for the trash and then hearing the back door slam, sprinting after him to see where he is putting it! Sometimes the back of the car, the golf cart. It is ok I just remind him where the trash can is and how to open it.

Standing next to him in church as he sings the worship songs, listening to his prayers where most I cannot understand but God can!

His laughter, is different not as vibrant or loud, but now it is raspy and shallow. His words are mixed up but he sings to me and reads out loud. It is soothing.

The sound of his work outs on the other side of the wall from my office area. The thunk of the dumbbells, the heavy breathing during his pushups. The squeaking of the weight bench.

These are some of the sounds of our life and I am glad for it.

Absence Matters

I have been thinking alot about time, as my 60th birthday is right around the corner. All those sayings about time being fleeting, short, speedy it really is so true. You sprint from teenage to adult, from parents to empty nester, then the last leg retirement, slowing the pace, thinking about career, travel that happened and did not happen.

For me I have done some of it, more travel that did not happen than did. Career maybe not but some interesting jobs with great people and fun. No empty nest here, we will always have one son with us.

As I look at my husband and all the work he has done to regain what was damaged by the stroke, I think how Jake and I were blessed to be there on the front lines watching him, helping him, encouraging him and laughing with him. We have seen the wheelchair get returned, the walker put in storage, the shower chair loaned to someone who needed it. Real conversations beginning instead of drawing, pointing and gesturing.

While I thought about all of this it pointed me to those who have missed out. The family members who were absent for one reason or another.

Scotty has a friend, someone who worked for him many many years ago. You may live life and never know the impact you have on people. John came I think almost everyday to the ICU, I didn’t even want to tell him about Scotty right away because I knew it would be so hard on him. But I did and I was so glad for the company and the way he would talk to Scotty Marine to Marine. He hated seeing his friend in such a fragile condition and it was hard on him but he was not absent when it counted.

I think about the loss of my step daughter with whom I spoke everyday when we were not visiting and the first question always was how is Dad doing? She longed to be closer and often said I would be sick of her hanging around it was a joke because I could have never gotten sick of that for sure.

My brother in law who I talked to every single day and never knew to ask him to come while Scott was in the hospital. He was my rock for sure, I wanted to know I was making the right decisions and he talked thru everything with me supported me and told me I was doing a good job. He probably does not know how much it meant and how important he was to the recovery. He answered the phone and listened to me recant all the doctor reports, cry and make sure things were good.

My sister who texted me all the time not wanting to interrupt in case I was with a doctor or sleeping. We know how much we mean to each other always. We can say anything to each other and she was the one who stayed on the phone with me as I cried and questioned during that long drive from the office to the emergency room.

They were not absent.

The ones that were really absent, that did not participate that did not come to see him, that have not contributed to his recovery. I feel sad for them. We just had a conversation about how they missed out, and not we missed out.

Like I said life is short and there are so many things in life where there are no windows for do overs. Most things have only 1 take and it is hard to appreciate things when you have them because in the midst of it you don’t think they will ever be gone. Life fortunately or unfortunately changes constantly even though some days seem to always be the same.

My hope is those that are absent wake up and join in so they do not have to think about what has been missed.

Our blessings outweigh everything else. There are things that are hard and sad but in our house they are fleeting like time but the laughter, the happiness and the blessings hang around and are easy to remember.

Talking thru Recovery

Whew it has been a couple of weeks of every aspect of stroke recovery rearing it’s head. This too shall pass.

If you have kids you probably have had to do some tough love or have hard conversations. That was a walk in the park compared to having a couple of recent conversations with my husband. First one is he is unable to drive safely. This is a fact plain and simple. It has not come up much lately and the last time we discussed he told me I will let you know when I want to be tested. I found a place that does a medical and technical evaluation on driving. That was several months ago, since then the topic has not come up.

A few days ago we got up early and left the house to drop off paperwork at our son’s doctor for renewing my guardianship of him. We always have fun early driving, chatting talking about the day and what needs to be done.

We decided to stop and get our son Burger King french toast sticks one of his favorites. As we were driving into our neighborhood, my husband holding the fast food bag looked over at me and said I guess I have to get use to sitting on this side. There was no denying what he meant as I was driving and he was on the passenger side. Still the tears streamed down both of our faces. He will probably never know how I long to not be the only driver. The days when he ran errands, took our son to the doctor, took care of my best friends son who is autistic. Spent time with our kids out and about.

The other conversation I had this week was about his speech therapy. His intelligence is the same as it always was, his knowledge is still there unfortunately he has to go around the damage caused by the stroke to access it. He has the best therapist on the planet! She understands the expressive aphasia with deep knowledge, she has worked with Scotty so much she knows him very well. When it comes to speech he is very hard on himself. Recently it caused concern that he would not be able to be successful because of his emotions when getting frustrated.

The talk was I had to ask, do you realize that you are not going to communicate the way you did before the stroke. That does not mean I have lost faith or do not believe in miracles because the man is already a miracle and proof of God’s love. He looks at his physical body which he is in excellent shape and so strong. He equates his strength with everything, thinking strong body, he should be able to speak clearly. Then that leads to thinking he is dumb because he cannot talk like he did before the stroke. I had to ask him if he could control himself and let the therapist do her job. The most important thing was he says the words correctly not how many prompts or attempts it took to say it the right way.

I cannot know how it feels, I am a talker, I talk too much. I crave the conversation with him. I cried often when he had the vent in and could not speak at all and I just wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to have a conversation.

We do talk now, I have often told him we are talking, I remind him what it was like when he could not speak, or spoke in nonsense words, or numbers. How there were so many things we never understood what he was saying. Fast forward to today when we can talk, when the misunderstandings happen less and less.

He never stops that is why he is so successful, he just never stops everyday he does something to make himself more whole. He is so strong and courageous and he doesn’t know it.

Roller Coaster of Stroke Recovery

I recently caught myself thinking in a slight bit of terror that I was the sole caregiver of 2 people with special needs. Which means I put my son and husband on the same level. Leaving me essentially alone as the bread winner, planner, decision maker for all of us. I just did not feel up to the job/duty.

We were having a good Saturday had a leisurely breakfast, a bike rider, spent time at the pool and hot tub and no one else was around. We walked to the water and saw dolphins. It just took something small to be but large to the brain recovering from the stroke. Tears, sadness and the worst the silence that follows. I never pulled any punches with my kids when they were growing up.

Right or wrong I took my husband to the bathroom to look in the mirror and pulled up a picture on my phone of the same man, with a ventilator tube, IV, Catheter, strapped to a machine to put him in an upright position so he could feel weight on his feet. I asked him do you feel sorry for that guy in the hospital gown or the guy in the mirror?

You think you cannot do things or be productive, and I began the list of everything he does daily as well as reminding him how far he has come since the stroke. Reminding him his brain bled for 48 hours, that he was completely paralazyed on the right side and they said he wouldn’t live. I reminded him he was still a husband and father and grandfather.

I was preaching to myself! This man was not special needs, he is the man God bound me to in sickness, health, richer or poorer until death do us part. And death will be breif but our time in heaven will be forever.

So I am thankful for my faith, my God, my husband, children, grandchildren and friends.

This is life and we are living it everyday.

Standing for the first time
Today !

Overcoming the Grief of Being a Caregiver

Grief it has several meanings, deep sorrow (usually when someone dies), trouble or annoyance. When you change roles in your life and become a caregiver to someone you love it is hard. I could never over come if it was not for the relationship, strength, and faith I have in God.

I like the word over come instead of survivor, sometimes survivor is just making it, I want to do more than that for sure. My husband is a living example to me of an overcomer. He has over come so much of the damage done by the stroke.

If I sit back and think about individual days, it is not much but when I think I have shaved his face close to 1,000 times. Pulled 2 socks up almost a 1,000 times, made sure he is taking the morning vs. the evening medicine almost 2,000 times, 1000 injections of insulin. I have lost count of the times rolling over in bed and making sure he is still breathing. Or the million (at least) times I have asked if he was ok.

The hours, days, weeks sleeping in a chair in a hospital and trying to take a sponge bath at the sink and hoping no one walks in because the hospital room bathroom doors don’t lock.

The deoderant, shoe tying, cologne spraying. Holding the bowl so he can get the last of the cereal, fruit or ice cream out. Cutting meat, helping to feed when the right hand is not working.

Telling him he cannot drive yet, and wiping the tears away and feeling like I just kicked him when he was down.

You choose to be the caregiver out of love, responsibility and the knowledge that you know you can do it best. I am married so I also have vows. Most people don’t think about the vows because you are usually young and there is so much time. There is not always alot of time. I am thankful for the maturity, and stamina I have to be a caregiver. I am thankful for my friends and family who love us and are willing to jump in and help when needed. I am thankful for my son who lives with us and does not hesitate to help.

I like to think back to those days when the stroke first happened and the prognosis was not good. Why would I do this? Because remembering, reminds me of how blessed we are and how miraculous life can be.

The grief comes and goes, and cannot be dwelled upon. Grief can be good and cleansing to grieve and live on. To grieve and give care. To grieve and make decisions. To grieve and overcome.

Wedding Day -JP Indianapolis Indiana

Sadness of a Stroke

Sometimes there is a deep sadness that comes with a stroke. Often it appears to be random and rises up suddenly at times.

Recently my husband woke up feeling sad. He wanted to know if I wanted to be with him, did I love him. Did I want him, did I want to be with him, should he go to live in one of those places for old people. I don’t know where this came from how this thought started. It has happened several times in the past and I never am sure what to say to make it right.

I can list all of the things he does around the house and yard. Even as I am saying them they sound awful and boring and nothing important. To me they are amazing. I work and he does most of the regular housekeeping chores and I do not have to do them after working all day or spend my weekend cleaning. We all do our part.

I could remind him he almost died, and that he was completely paralyzed on the right side. I don’t know if that would be right.

The amazing part is first he came home in a wheel chair, couldn’t talk, couldn’t remember anything and could barely feed himself. When he would sweep the floor he would sweep the dirt under the table or bed and leave it because he could no longer see it.

He needed reassurance and I wanted to know where the thought came from. The brain is such a wondrous, tough and fragile organ. I thought was there something lurking in there that stayed when he had the stroke and now it comes to the surface every so often. Or are the feelings just because he knows he is not the same as before the stroke?

He is so much more than that stroke and the damage he sustained. He has focus, stubbornness (which he always had). He is more concerned with his help. He doesn’t give up. His body is in fabulous shape. Sometimes his emotions are so much on the surface frustration with putting on a sock can cause tears.

Our son just told us the other day we will never go to a nursing home, he said no matter what he has to do he will make sure he learns what he needs to take care of us. Isn’t that a great sentiment? But maybe that is where some part of that conversation got stuck in the brain.

What happened was I reassured him he was loved and important. I also reminded him he was the son of a king. God brought him out of a devastating stroke where he was near death. He has a purpose and he is a miracle in front of everyone who meets him and hears his story.

Memorial Day and Stroke Recovery

There is so much about a stroke that is a mystery. You really can go months, years without seeing every corner of the damage or recognize the points of recovery. There are different degrees of strokes. Some people recover quickly and gain everything back. Others struggle for months and then recoup. Some never recover. Some recover partially. We have met many people who had a stroke or know someone who did, they all seem to be different.

I often watch my husband in wonder. I cannot even imagine what it would be like to have areas of your body that are paralyzed or partially paralyzed. To me it would mean feeling trapped and how do you ever escape that feeling. I have seen my husband drop his hand into extremely hot food and not feel it. He often carries something in that hand and is looking everywhere for it because he cannot feel it in his grip. Then I watch him do push ups, lift weights wrapping that hand around the bar to grasp it. I am amazed.

Somewhere in the deep recesses of his brain is all his knowledge, memories, ability to speak. It is hidden from him. The good news is that it is not staying hidden. There are moments of clear recollection, there is the muscle memory which enables him to work out and have amazing strength and tone at the age of almost 70. Because of his stroke he exercises daily. He pushes bad food away and eats very healthy. His joy and emotion are so expressive.

He is able to focus without distraction on his exercise and reading. He reads everything, he never stops. His desire to be the best no matter what condition his body is in is without description. His thankfulness and spritiual love for God cannot be topped. It is clear and present even if the words are jumbled when he prays.

They way he loves his brother, and tries very hard to joke and talk to him on the phone. When he sits or stands outside and waves and says hello to people in the neighborhood. The way everyone here talks about what a miracle he is and how they cannot believe his recovery. He is literally a walking testimony to God’s love , grace and healing.

The joy that is mine when we have a normal conversation. The joy that is mine when he told me just recently that he is very happy. The joy that is mine when he calls me Mama because he cannot say my name. The joy that is mine when he proudly cleans the floors, carries the laundry and groceries and works in the yard. The joy that is mine when he tells me he loves me and I am so good to him. The joy that is mine when thanks me for shaving his face. The joy that is mine as I sit next to him and watch TV or take a walk.

Memorial Day always brings great emotion as I think about how he fought in Vietnam and survived and so many did not. It brings great emotion to him as he remembers those that gave all, this is not obscured by the Stroke. I am so thankful for all those who thought my life and liberty were so important they gave their lives. I am so thankful he did not have to give his.

To Cherish

The tragedy and hope of life is that often it takes a tragedy to wake you up, or make you embrace life. Sometimes it makes you realize things you had put aside or forgotten . It often brings people to the realization that God is real.

What happened to me is I truly learned the meaning of the word CHERISH. Cherish to protect and care for (someone) lovingly. Cherish hold (something) dear. Cherish keep (a hope or ambition) in one’s mind.

I did not know it at first, but as my husband laid in the neuro ICU all the feelings, love and memories with him rushed to my mind and that is how I spent some of the time waiting for him to wake up. Guarding him and making sure his every need was met came next. Hoping and believing for his life and health was always present.

So many things happened, I lost my wedding band when he was in rehab, never to be found how it slipped out of my deep pockets we will never know. They were in my pocket because everyday I rubbed his legs and feet with lotion to protect them. I cried for a week until I put the pain aside and knowing that I still had the memory of looking for the ring, still able to hear his voice calling to me from the jewelry kiosk under the stairs in the LS AYRES store in Indianapolis “I think I found your ring” The fact it was on sale and cost less than $300 and was perfect. Realizing that I would never look at it again made me realize it’s mysterious disappearance could not remove the memories and actions that had taken place since the day it was placed on my finger. The first Christmas after he awakened and returned home. Our son took him to the mall he remembered my ring size and at that point he could not speak or remember much of anything. He got me a ring at Pandora for Christmas a band with stones and solid color on the other half. He proudly told me he only paid $800.00 (really it was $80 I saw it on the bank statement) he was close he got 2 of the numbers right. That ring means more than anything to me.

We can choose to cherish or we can choose to let these days fly by and the things that happen in them. I choose cherish because we were given a second chance to appreciate each other, how much God loves us , and the rest of our life no matter how long or short that is!

While I hate the pain that came with the stroke, I am thankful for the goodness it brought. If there was ever any advice to give anyone but especially those in a marriage. Learn the meaning of the word cherish on your own, don’t wait for tragedy to bring the full force of it’s meaning into your life.

Another New Normal or Life in Isolation

The first thing is my husband has several of the underlying issues which puts him in the compromised immunity group. WOW that was a mouthful and could be very scary. It really isn’t , what it does mean is I have to understand what is happening with this virus. How do we all live with it and how do I protect my husband and explain to him what is happening.

I can honestly say I do not feel punished in any way. As a matter of fact it has been eye opening to look at my calendar before and post the stay at home. I was over committed for sure, this is nothing new my husband , my best friend, my son, my sister have all been telling me …do you understand the word “NO” is it even in your vocabulary. Well is certainly is now!

Truth, we have only been out to the Doctor and together, I have done instacart, whole foods delivery thru Amazon prime, my best friend has been my personal shopper. I went to the grocery once and to the pharmacy once. We have survived. We have eaten very healthy, we spend alot of time out doors because we live in a secluded small 55+ where half the residents are back in Canada. We can easily walk, and ride bikes. I already worked from home so no transition on that front.

We have really nice bikes that we have hardly ridden…why because too busy! We ride at least 2x a day now and I got lights so we can ride at night. It has been interesting. My husband has excellent balance on the bike, but if his foot slips off it is often difficult to get it placed again. This is the right side that is still partially paralyzed. He keeps going though he knows how much I love riding with him. We continue to make discoveries. Riding at night is exceptionally hard for him . We did alot of stopping. We have not figured it out yet, but he wants to keep trying.

There was a big gap for him no going to the gym. Thankfully I had been buying small pieces of work out equipment for him and found a folding bench that adjusts by notches which makes it easier than the kind with a lynch pinch that he cannot manipulate. He works out every other day. He asks me to make copies of exercises from his Muscle and fitness magazine and put on the calendar his work out days.

We have binged some great shows and movies. We have laughed and turned off the really terrible ones! Our meals have been inventive ! I found a website and ordered him Wrestling magazines from the days where he remembered wrestling. He looks them over with a keen eye and a smile on his face.

He tells me all the time how thankful he is for my job and glad I do not have my old job. He says we are in great shape and we are for sure. He loves every meal and tells me I am a great cook. He does chores everyday and sweeps the neighbors drive ways after the lawn crew has worked. He wants to meet the new people around the corner who are flying the Marine Corp flag. I found a great place and ordered him new Marine corp t shirts.

We sit together for our Zoom prayer meetings and he watches and listens to the messages our pastor has recorded with me.

What is new some very inventive meals, riding our bikes everyday. Willinging watching some terrible TV. I have picked up my drawing pencil and watercolor paint brush again. He loves to see what I am doing. Still laughing everyday, exercising in new ways. The change jar is not growing, but we are saving money. We don’t miss eating out. We do miss our church family and the in person services, we do miss Special Olympics events and the athletes. This too will pass.

Isolation is what you make of it and we are grateful to be working and living everyday.

30th Anniversary-The Romance Continues

We are going to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary on Tuesday April 7. Before the stroke we had decided to do something special on our 30th, a get away alone, nice dinner etc. Little did we know just how special it would truly be. We don’t need a romantic night or weekend get away because this life is filled with romance daily. Do you know what Romance means? Romance is a way to feel connected to someone in a deeper way.

We connected as deep as deep can go during the stroke, when I was telling him to fight while he was in a coma and the doctors were saying he was not going to live, but God was assuring me differently. There is romance every morning when I shave his face and he pulls out my vitamin container and reminds me to take them even though he may forget his ….but then I remind him.

Romance is when he is telling me I am beautiful and knows I am unhappy about my weight gain. Romance is sitting in the chair next to him, just glad he is sitting in the chair next to me. It is also remembering the exact spot in the park in Indiana where he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.

Romance doesn’t have to happen in a new exotic place with perfection in settings and candles with gourmet food and someone waiting on you. Romance can be sitting in the doctors office together and getting good news. It can even be getting news that is not so great but getting it together is the key.

Romance can be a tank top and sports bra and not an evening gown or negligee. It can be carrying the laundry in together and putting it away. A real sense of accomplishment.

Romance is reminding each other you can do whatever you put your mind too! Then helping each other reach your goals.

Praying together taking turns praying for each other is a deep sense of love and romance.

Our marriage has had many turns and many roads. We had times where we were not sure it would last or if we wanted it to! We have seen deaths, heart ache, victories, glorious joy and many, many blessings. We became believers in Christ, one of the best most romantic things we ever did together.

We are definitely not going to have the anniversary we planned 4 years ago. We are going to acknowledge it with dinner together and a walk afterwards. I asked Scotty if he knew what Tuesday was and he said yes it is Happy Birthday and I asked “Whose Birthday” and he said “Yours and mine”. I asked if he knew it was our 30th , he started to cry and he said “That is a long time and you make me very happy. Thank you”