- Headline - Stroke
- Eclectic - Many articles from many Guest Bloggers about Stroke
- A Beginning ...
- Living With Aphasia: Carrie Lewis' Story
- My Story :)
- The Stroke(s)
- What my Doctor Should Have Told me About Stroke Recovery
- First Post.
- Welcome to the Revolution.
- Never Give Up
- Memory Aids Let Old Brains Trump Young Brains
- It's Been A Month
- Where to Begin?
- Oops! It is a Mistake Lord!
- CareGivers No Longer in the Dark: Speech Therapy for Aphasia
- Stroke Self-Management Tweet-chat
- Obesity, Inflammation and the Brain
- Doctors are not God! 10 Tips for Doctors.
- Why I Still Have a Flip Phone, aka How I Missed the Smart Phone Era
- Weekly Columnists
- Sunday Stroke Survival: I Got a Stroke This Week
- Jackie The Jester: A Woman was Having a Daytime Affair...
- TED Talks - Kitra Cahana: My Father, Locked in his Body but Soaring Free
- Rick Mercer Report: Rick at Mustang Survival
- Laid-Back Administration: Welcome New Guest Bloggers The Dixon’s
- Daily Comics: FB Or FW, Dilbert, Mayes, Doonesbury
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Stroke From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
|CT scan slice of the brain showing a|
right-hemispheric ischemic stroke.
Ischemia is caused by either blockage of a blood vessel via thrombosis or arterial embolism, or by cerebral hypoperfusion. Hemorrhagic stroke is caused by bleeding of blood vessels of the brain, either directly into the brain parenchyma or into the subarachnoid space surrounding brain tissue. Risk factors for stroke include old age, high blood pressure, previous stroke or transient ischemic attack (TIA), diabetes, high cholesterol, tobacco smoking and atrial fibrillation. High blood pressure is the most important modifiable risk factor of stroke.
A stroke is a medical emergency and can cause permanent neurological damage or death. An ischemic stroke is occasionally treated in a hospital with thrombolysis (also known as a "clot buster"), and some hemorrhagic strokes benefit from neurosurgery. Treatment to recover any lost function is termed stroke rehabilitation, ideally in a stroke unit and involving health professions such as speech and language therapy, physical therapy and occupational therapy. Prevention of recurrence may involve the administration of antiplatelet drugs such as aspirin, control of high blood pressure, and the use of statins. Some people may benefit from carotid endarterectomy and the use of anticoagulants.
Stroke was the second most frequent cause of death worldwide in 2011, accounting for 6.2 million deaths (~11% of the total). Approximately 17 million people had a stroke in 2010 and 33 million people have previously had a stroke and were still alive. Between 1990 and 2010 the number of strokes decrease by approximately 10% in the developed world and increased by 10% in the developing world. Overall two thirds of strokes occurred in those over 65 years old.
What Is A Stroke? - Narration and AnimationPublished on Jan 28, 2013
by Cal Shipley, M.D.
An in depth review of the causes of stroke (CVA - cerebrovascular accident), including blood supply and vascular anatomy of the brain. Animation and narration by Dr. Cal Shipley. http://www.trialimage.com
Standard YouTube License @ Cal Shipley, M.D.
|Jeff PorterStroke of Faith|
This blog has come about after a long period of soul-searching – more that seven years. My own stroke came on May 8, 1998. A colleague and I, both newspaper reporters, were digging through documents in a semi-hostile government office in Arkansas. I suddenly lost the ability to speak and movement on the right side of my body. My right hand fell limp. I could not stand. A strange dazed feeling came over me.
That day, I nearly died. Thanks to my colleague, an ambulance came. Thanks to the ambulance crew, the hospital was ready. Thanks to the doctors and nurses, a drug called tissue plasminogen activator cleared the clot. Thanks to my wife, colleagues, fellow believers, and a speech therapist, I regained my ability to speak and, eventually, write.
And most importantly, thank God. He gave me all those people and the strength to get through some struggling recovery times. God returned my ability to speak and write. He returned my body to me. As this is being written, I ran five miles this morning, will run 10 miles this coming Saturday and am seriously considering a marathon next spring.
It’s been a long time since May 8, 1998. And please understand that this blog is not about my personal history or struggle. It is about faith. It’s about a very specific task of sharing experience and faith with stroke survivors and their families, to help them if possible.
Honest answer: Uncertain. This is a start. Where this leads, at the moment, isn’t obvious. All I can say is that I’m led to do this.
Stroke survivors and families are invited to share comments or stories with me and, by extension, others.
Comments will be moderated, and all I ask is that you respect the purpose of this blog. It’s not about politics or general religion topics. It is about and for stroke victims and their loved ones, and the faith we can share.
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Stroke Survivors Tattler
"Carrie Lewis is a remarkable woman".
This isn’t because she lives in Edmonton, Alberta, or because she’s 49 years old, or even because she has lived with aphasia in the four years since her stroke; what makes Carrie instantly likeable is her sense of humour and obvious enthusiasm for life.
“I am feeling pretty good, now,” Carrie wrote when asked to talk about herself. “I like my independence, being able to walk and drive. Make things, do things like sports, games, talk, see new things, places, people.”
Carrie experienced her subarachnoid hemorrhage as “the worst head- ache I ever had”. The stroke left her with aphasia and other changes – “I saw the clock numbers backwards” – as well as a weak left side. She has learned to walk again, but her “left arm is taking longer, with no feeling, but works quite well, anyways.”
She is honest about the daily challenges that accompany aphasia. “It is tough some days. I am getting used to my slow answers and bad pronunciations.” However, with typical optimism, this has helped her “appreciate those who have English as a second language.”
In addition to working each weekday, Carrie attends group speech classes, goes bicycle riding, and has joined a darts group. “All of us try to get other Stroke survivors to come out and play, and socialize. At Darts, we did a lot of talking, and everyone feels comfortable.”
“I have a great support from my family and friends. Old friends and new. All of us are a bit smarter, about Stroke and Aphasia.”
As for this workbook, Carrie found it to be “a good idea” during her initial stroke recovery, and believes “I will use it” continuously in the future – “I am a work in progress still.”
When asked to address other people living with aphasia, Carrie’s message comes through strongly and clearly.
“Keep up all your hard work. You can do it!”
See Getting on with the Rest of Your Life after Stroke and many more articles by the Canada Stoke Network.
My Cerebellar Stroke Recovery
Hi everyone! The story of my stroke begins a little over a year ago. I was at work as a physical therapist. I had a very promising career ahead of me as I had just become “Mckenzie certified” after only 4 years of practice. That’s a big deal in the PT world. Then everything changed. I had just arrived at work and I felt/heard something in my neck. I thought it would go away but it didn’t. It all happened very fast. The next thing that happened was my legs stopped working and I collapsed. Then I got really nauseous and vomited on the floor, several times. Then I passed out. Next thing I knew I woke up in the ICU 3 days later. I had had a massive cerebellar stroke that affected both sides of my brain. Really it was 2 strokes. I was 30 years old. I had a cranial decompression to allow my brain to swell. So I was bald. I knew right away – a bald head only means one thing – brain surgery. I was more upset at the time about losing my hair, I had really nice hair. :) I have a lot of deficits. I have poor balance, an intention tremor, ataxia, and my speech is very messed up. However, I have made a ton of progress in a year because I worked hard. I refuse to settle for anything less than a full recovery. I’m doing this blog because it will be therapeutic for me and I want other stroke survivors to know that there is hope if you work hard. The brain is constantly changing and adapting, even as an adult and it happens forever. So don’t believe anyone telling you that the way you are in 6 months/a year/2 years is how you’re going to be forever. That’s malarky! The reason I named this blog what I did is because there is a lot less information on the internet about cerebellar strokes. I think this blog will help all stroke survivors but I especially want cerebellar stroke survivors to have this as a resource. Here’s a good site. Happy reading! :)
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Rocky Mountain Stroke Survivor
My first noticeable stroke…well, let me just stop there a moment. It took some practice to be able to connect myself with a stroke. It’s oddly reminiscent of when we first saw those two pink lines on the pregnancy test. I practiced over and over before I told anyone, “I’m pregnant.” Saying, “I had a stroke” was more difficult and I had less time to practice before I had to start telling the family. There were no twelve weeks of preparation to get used to the idea; we heard the news and moments called my sister to come help with the kids. And that was the first thing I learned about strokes: they are not only unexpected, they are sudden. Fine one moment, stroked the next.
Anyhow, my first noticeable stroke happened at 4 in the morning. We don’t know which morning because, denial being the powerful thing that it is, I didn’t go to the emergency room or tell anyone about it outside my husband and two small children, all of whom believed me when I said I was fine. We know it was early January.
I woke up with a tension headache and muscle spasms in my neck, a common problem after working at an office that was built before the ergonomics of personal computers were a consideration, and did what I always do: I stretched my neck. My neck pain and headaches had been excruciating all through the month of December, so I was used to waking up with headaches. I remember pushing my chin to the left to get just a little more stretch out of it, hoping that it might even “pop” and relief the spasm, allowing me to go back to sleep. And then suddenly I was spinning to the left. Spinning and spinning and spinning. I felt like I was going to throw up but didn’t. I felt like maybe if I did I’d feel better, but I thought maybe I wouldn’t. I was cold and clammy and apparently something in my voice told my husband that this was serious because he actually woke up as soon as I called for him. Unfortunately, so did our baby whose cries then woke our three-year-old. Hubby held the two little ones and they sat and watched while knelt on the bed, clinging to the sheets and describing the sudden acceleration of my world.
On Nov. 12, I woke up and got ready for work as usual; nothing was amiss until I got downstairs and tried to walk across the kitchen to where my husband, Tom, was standing; at that point, my left ankle started curling out so that I was dragging my left foot across the linoleum floor. I was wearing Dansk clogs, which I sometimes roll my ankles in, so I dismissed the problem. I got my make-up bag out of my purse and immediately dropped it on the floor. When I picked it up, it immediately dropped to the floor again. "What's wrong?" Tom asked. "Nothing." I definitely considered nothing wrong.
I picked up the bag for the third time and dragged me and my left foot to the half-bath near the kitchen, where I applied my make-up. Those of you who know me or see me regularly know that the make-up application could not have taken more than two minutes. At the end, I straightened up and fell over to my left, knocking my head into the window trim and knocking the toilet paper roll onto the floor (the toilet paper holder in that bathroom does not involve a spring or any complicated rod - it's just a bar that curves from against the wall forward to create a place to slip on the roll; it's the toilet paper holder that is absolutely the easiest onto which to replace an expired roll - no excuses for leaving the next user without paper!(one of my pet peeves)
At the sound of my fall(or was it the very loud "shit!, shit!, shit, shit!, shit!" that followed that tumble?), Tom appeared at the bathroom door and asked if I was okay."Yes, but can you please put the roll back on the holder?"
"No," he said, "I want to see what's wrong with you."
Deans’ Stroke Musing
After four years this is what I expected during my hospital stay, with my therapists working on pieces to meet those needs. I received no information on stroke rehabilitation or even what the damage from stroke consisted of from my physiatrists. This is what I believe I should have received. If the medical profession is not willing to critique their own information delivery then we will have to do it for them. Some of these references probably didn't exist 4 years ago but if the same stroke happened today this is what a good doctor should be able to give you.
If your doctor doesn't give something like this to you, Point blank ask him/her 'Who can I go to that will give me hope/answers?' Remember the detriment of the nocebo effect.
You had a massive stroke affecting your right cerebral cortex, a clot plugged your middle cerebral artery at this location - shows me a three dimensional map of a brain and points out the location. This area here is the epicenter of the stroke, it includes the motor cortex, the part that controls your muscles on the left upper half side of your body. The pre-motor cortex was also destroyed, this does the planning for complicated muscle movements. The sensory cortex does not seem to have died. Your cognitive abilities were spared.
Because you had an ischemic stroke(clot) you will be started on warfarin, a blood thinner, eventually we will get you down to just using aspirin.
There are two types of damage to the brain, First is the epicenter, this area is dead, the second is called the penumbra, which is the area surrounding the epicenter that was partially damaged during your stroke. Recovery of the penumbra area usually spontaneously recovers in 6-12 months. This does not mean you can sit back and just wait for recovery to happen. The ability to move muscles in this area is fairly limited, in order to recover them to something close to pre-stroke levels, you will need to try very hard to move them even if they barely work. This may require thousands to millions of repetitions. The statement you will sometimes hear in regard to this is, 'Use it or lose it'. Any minimal movement you have will need to be diligently worked at. This is what can be called the easy neuroplasticity
A Year of Living In My Head
Okay first off I think it very telling in my description of this blog that I am"managing" doctors, friends, etc etc. I am not managing any of them... they are off doing their own thing and I am just trying to keep up. My regular pre-stroke doctors are all low key and calm and know me... my new neurologists and surgeons are all revved up and fast talking about things that I don't necessarily follow.
I don't know if this is common but I have been very "in my head" of late. Insulating, isolating myself from the present... in a way ignoring that which I cannot ignore. And no, that is not working for me.
Last night I got out of my little shell and went to a gallery opening at Wilder's school. It was the best ever--just to remind me that AGAIN the world is still rolling along full of normal stuff. It helped that everyone was very outgoing and talkative and I love that. I also have to keep in mind that people deal with this sort of crap (tumors, cancer, illness) daily and hourly and by the minute... so I just need to get over my Why Me complex and deal. I have options, I am not dead. Stark reality works well for me. Sometimes. When I am not putting on rose colored glasses and putting my head in the sand.
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I awoke in the middle of last night to utter blackness. No display from the digital clock, no nightlight from the bathroom. I blinked and blinked but could not clear the darkness.
I'm blind! My God, I've gone blind!
Heart racing, I woke my husband …who determined we were having a power outage.
An extreme reaction? Maybe. But, that's how it happened before. I went to sleep on Good Friday 2010 with the full physical and mental capabilities of a fit 45-year-old, and woke the next morning unable to move my left arm or stand on my left leg.
On that morning there was no panic – only confusion. It didn't occur to me that my life could change overnight. Stroke. When I returned home from the hospital a month later, I would look at the bed that had once been my haven, and I would think "the scene of the crime."
Perhaps the biggest change since that morning one year ago is the way I see things.
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Chicago, IL. 7 July, 2003: A healthy nineteen-year-old girl is at a work conference. She used to be a cheerleader, a volleyball player. She sprinted and hurdled in track, went to England to learn how to row. She was also active in her high school drama club. Never been sick in her life, save the stomach flu once when she was eight. She's now on school break, the summer before her sophomore year at undergrad. She's working, and hard, this summer so she can save up enough spending money to splurge with during her upcoming year abroad in Florence, Italy. She's made over $1000 so far and still has two months to go.
Suddenly, she gets a headache worse than she has ever known. Unbeknownst to everyone around her (who think she's merely dehydrated), and to her, her brain is under attack: an abrupt, massive cerebral hemorrhage has erupted within her right frontal lobe.
Why? An arteriovenous malformation -- a clumpy mess of veins and artery mistakenly connected in her brain prior to her birth -- never previously discovered, perhaps because she hadn't been to the doctor since the stomach flu, has ruptured.
She is having a stroke. A stroke that wipes out every minute movement her brain has recorded and learned since her birth, from the left side of her body.
This hemiparalysis, which affects all movement down that half of her body, has now turned this girl who was athletic and exceptionally coordinated into a handicap.
A Stroke of Luck
So this is the first true entry of what I hope will be a place to continue to chronicle Alex’s journey. These pictures were taken this morning at 5:30 AM. You might wonder why in the world Alex would be doing physical therapy at that time – she is a teenager after all!
My husband, Marc, works with Alex on this therapy. Just another example of how it takes a village to help raise a child — we are very fortunate to have a big village
Alex’s school schedule and the zone difference between us and Israel leave no other option but for Alex to have therapy at this crazy early hour. Just another example of the lengths to which Alex goes to recover.
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Home After a Stroke
I started to worry when the number of things I forgot to do kept growing. My usual memory aids weren't working. I live alone so there is no one to remind me not to screw up. Out of desperation I put objects that must be taken care of immediately next to the stove. When I cook I remember to retrieve a pillbox I place on top of my recipe box. A Post-It note I stuck on the bottle of maple syrup reminds me to pick up ingredients I forgot to buy for a new recipe. The pill bottle reminds me I'm out of allergy medicine. The black mini-tripod reminds me to take photos for posts on my blog. The stack of envelopes reminds me that bills had to be mailed ASAP so I wouldn't have to pay late charges. My post office is across the street from my grocery store so you would think that remembering to mail things would be easy. I keep telling myself I'll stop at the post office the next time I go to the grocery store and then I don't do it.
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The Pink House On The Corner
Bob's been home a whole month now. He was discharged from Acute Rehab on New Years Eve. We've finally settled into a routine, but, by God, it hasn't been easy. There have been times when I've been ready to throw in the towel, believe me. Bob is still not able to walk. Has difficulty speaking. He's on a feeding tube and can't have anything by mouth because his swallow is too weak. No movement in his right arm, at all, but his his right leg is coming back slowly.
Our daily routine: Up at 6:30 (me), walk the dog. Back home, disconnect the 12-hour nightly feeding. Quick bath (me). 8:00 a.m. first medications for Bob (all his pills have to be crushed and dissolved in water before syringing them into his peg tube). 10-10:30, first of three "bolus" feedings, 11:00--bed bath, get Bob dressed for the day. 12:00 second dose medications. 2:00 p.m. second bolus feeding, 4:00 p.m. third medications, 6:00 p.m. third bolus feeding, 8:00 p.m. last medication dose and connect overnight 12-hour feeding. In between all of this, visits from therapists (he has three, Speech, Occupational and Physical) and if no therapists are due that day, I do the therapy with him. Meanwhile, get him up in the wheelchair, change sheets, do laundry, empty urinal, change diapers, put TENS unit on for his electrical stimulation on his right arm, work on reading and writing (we are up to One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish and he is learning again to sign his name and print some words) or on slow days, playing Scrabble. At night, we watch a movie together on DVD's from the library. Then to bed around 9:30 and if I'm lucky, I won't be up three or four times with him.
Last night was a good one. I got to sleep until 5:00 a.m. A first!!
Today, the Physical Therapist is going to show me how to help him up to a standing position with the walker. He's been able to stand for 3 to 4 minutes. I've been to scared to attempt this on my own, afraid that he will fall and no one will be around to help me get him back up.
This is my first post here. I'm going to try to post regularly for those of you who would like to hear an update on Bob's progress. Time now for me to go and do his first feeding. Bye!
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|Steven H. Cornelius|
Music and Stroke
There is so much to tell, I hardly know where to start. At the beginning, seems the logical advice. That would work well enough for a book, but I suspect that format would fail for a blog. So, instead, I begin with the here and now, then look backwards and try to weave threads of meaning into a broad tapestry of experience.
I begin with last Sunday’s MET Orchestra concert (Fabio Luisi conducting w/ Renee Fleming, and clarinet soloists Anthony McGill, and Stephen Williamson) at Carnegie Hall. It was a concert wonderfully performed and, for me, vividly experienced.
Indeed, for me it was a revelation. For the first time since the stroke, I truly experienced music.
For some months I have been doing extensive mental musical practice. Sitting in a chair or lying in bed at night, sometimes for hours art a time, I imagine pushing the keys of a piano and playing drum rhythms. With every key I push or every drum stroke I make, I imagine as richly as possible the sensations of touch and movement, and the instrument’s sound.
This is not a new idea. Most successful musicians do extensive mental practice.* I did too, when I made my living as a performer. But it was some time before I came to understand its benefits for stroke recovery.
Instead, since I could barely move my fingers, I thought I needed to work to actually move them. The work was so exhausting that at first I could only maintain it for a few minutes. I wonder now if it was too exhausting. Maybe even counter productive.
About two weeks ago, I began doing mental typing. I imagine the keyboard. Then I imagine moving my fingers through the alphabet and firmly pressing every key. I write this blog today with ten fingers. The left hand is slow, stiff, and clumsy. And using it is extremely uncomfortable. But I can do it. Two weeks ago, I would have used only my left hand index finger to type this entry.
Much more on all of this later.
For now, I need to finish the Met Orchestra story. As I listened, I engaged in more mental practice. I put the music into various parts of my body—a finger, a wrist, my skull, my chest. I imagined each finger dancing to Copland, the wrist’s nerves awakening to Mozart, and my brain making rainbows of energy to Mahler.
I have never felt more alive.
* (See: Doidge, Norman. The Brain That Changes Itself. NY: Viking 2007. pp.200-204.)
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Life after a "STROKE"
Wow! It has been a fast 20 months since I suffered a “stroke”. I just wonder how time flies by so fast. Vividly I can still remember that early chilly morning, on November 20, 2007, approximately 5:30 am. , while leisurely driving home from my part time job. Suddenly I felt some numbness on my left arm, teary and blurry eyes and could hardly see the road. Less than ten minutes from my job, traversing a downhill one way bridge, which was under repair ,where only one car can go through, my left hand just fell from my hold from the steering wheel, completely immobile on my side. Because of the sudden loss of control, the left front side of my minivan hit the railings of the bridge Worried that there would be much damage with my van; I took control with my right hand, but miraculously, the front tire exploded and the van suddenly stopped. I said miraculously, for if my tire did not explode I would have tried driving to the nearest hospital, and I could have hit somebody or could have been hit. I have the wrong notion that I was having a heart attack, for every part of my body that gave up was my left side. My car stopped right in the middle of the one way downhill street, so I opened my door with the intention of checking the damage, but to my surprise I could no longer move. I was very scared that I would be hit by another car, so I started the engine of my van and slowly parked downhill safely by the side. Funny that at that point and time I was more concern of my van. Then I started drooling and I felt the left side of my face completely numb, felt nauseous, and ready to past out. I would be lying if I say I was not scared, for I feared so much thinking that I would die that morning. This was when the small miracles that saved my life kicked in. I can be a living testimonial of those very weird feelings that some people experienced when they were on a near death situation. I felt complete helplessness. Very scared that nobody would be able to help me if I lose consciousness, so I would die.
|Mark A. Ittleman|
The Teaching of Talking
“Thanks for the mentoring.
It occurred to me today that one of the reasons I like The Teaching of Talking Method (other than it is working) is that I finally feel like I can do something to help my husband speak better.”
The above comment was sent to me from the wife of a gentleman who had a stroke. She has been learning The Teaching of Talking Method which involves reading our book, listening to the audio book from audible.com, and online mentoring.
|Sharon D. Anderson|
Stroke Survivors Tattler
- February 10, 2015 5PM GMT(London, UK),
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Tweet Chat Questions:
- T1: What do you think about self-management after stroke?
- T2: How relevant is self-management after stroke? Do you think that stroke survivors can manage stroke by themselves?
- T3: What preparation and support do survivors need if they are to self-manage stroke?
- T4: What are the barriers to self-management after stroke?
Brain inflammation produces a variety of emotional, behavior and cognitive symptoms.
I remember clearly a patient I cared for with central nervous system lupus erythrematosis (SLE). With SLE flairs she developed flagrant psychotic symptoms including hallucinations requiring inpatient psychiatric care.
Between flares she had no significant psychiatric symptoms.
Nicole Castanon and two colleagues from France have published a review of the role of obesity-associated inflammation and brain dysfunction.
Obesity is linked to a variety of blood markers of inflammation including proinflammatory cytokines, IL-6, interleuking and TNF. These inflammatory markers diminish with weight loss accomplished by either diet restriction or bariatric surgery.
The authors note evidence obesity is associated with the following:
- Depression (not all studies and not confirmed in animal models)
- Memory and other cognitive impairment
- Increased age-related cognitive decline
Stroke Recovery Tips
So how do I know?
My husband was told in the first few days after my own catastrophic brainstem stroke:
‘She’d be better off dead.’
Andrew Mars wife was told:
‘He will survive but he’ll be a vegetable for the rest of his life.’
Andrew Woodgates’ wife was told:
‘If he survives this you’ll wish he hadn’t.’
Far too often, I think doctors are overly negative/pessimistic and far to soon after any kind of stroke (or serious illness for that matter).
I feel strongly that doctors remain honest but hopeful and must not dash all hope. I founded my charity – Fighting Strokes – (You can probably figure out why I called it that from the name!)
After all, no traumatised loved-one is wants any false promises, just balanced information – research & anecdotal – that there may be real possibilities.
Doctors are NOT GOD! No one has a crystal ball. Can we really factor in the love and commitment of proactive loved-ones coupled with the spirit, will, self-belief, motivation of particular patients.
I accept that the NHS has less and less money and resources to work with so there are enormous pressures on doctors and ICU units, but come on?
So here is my little list of things doctors must read in cases of serious stroke:
The Tales of a Stroke Patient
"I want to put a ding in the universe." ~ Steve Jobs
And ding it was, partly because of the I-Phone which Jobs helped create, which led to more Smart phones manufactured by a slew of companies. I'll give you a visual history of cell phones leading to the Smart phone, beginning with the first cell by AT&T in 1946:
|(that's the kind I have)|
|And finally... the Smart phone pictured|
with the genius, the smug Jobs.
I don't have an I-Phone or any other kind of Smart phone and here's the reason why: When the Smart phones became really hot in 2007, I changed jobs and ended up at Cozen O'Connor international law firm in Philadelphia with a Blackberry which is a kind of Smart phone, but it belonged to the firm and I didn't mess around with it by learning how to install apps. It simply wasn't mine and I didn't want to rock the boat.
The Murphey Saga
Before everyone panics, it wasn't a brain stroke but one of those loving feeling kind. It's been a really rough couple of weeks with my husband's hospice care. The days ran together so much that I almost didn't blog this. Yes once again, this is another take on the subject.
Often, we stroke survivors rarely think of the word "stroke" without relating it to its medical meaning (noun) instead of a verb. Like a lover's touch against the side of your face, a gentle encounter. A physical or emotional touch that leaves you with a warm, glowing feeling from an accomplishment praised or from an outsider's understanding exactly your point of view. It's been so long since I received one from someone not in my family, I didn't know how to react except having tears running down my face. No not from my PBA this time, but gratitude.
My housekeeping skills deteriorated with my strokes. I clean, but miss the corners and there are just some things that get left undone because I have difficulties doing it, or can't and it has to left for others to do. My house is not a total mess, but it isn't exactly tidy either.
When I sweep or mop, it's mostly spot jobs. I don't have the time or energy for a full clean. At least not before being interrupted by someone like my hubby with a long involved request like can you come talk to me. I often lose track of what I was doing. Just vacuuming the living room is a full day job, if my husband can tolerate the noise. There isn't a single cleaner on the market without a smell. My husband barely tolerates cooking smells without gasping for breath and that smells delicious.
Stroke Survivors Tattler
'Oh my God - hurry! Grab your clothes and jump out the window. My husband's home early!'
'I can't jump out the window. It's raining out there!'
'If my husband catches us in here, he'll kill us both!' she replied. 'He's gotta hot temper and a gun, so the rain is the least of your problems!'
So the boyfriend scoots out of bed, grabs his clothes and jumps out the window! As he ran down the street in the pouring rain. He quickly discovered he had run right into the middle of the town's annual marathon, so he started running along beside the others, about 300 of them. Being naked, with his clothes tucked under his arm, he tried to blend in as best he could.
After a little while a small group of runners who had been watching him with some curiosity, jogged closer.
'Do you always run in the nude?' one asked.
'Oh yes!' he replied, gasping in air. 'It feels so wonderfully free!'
Another runner moved a long side. 'Do you always run carrying your clothes with you under your arm?'
'Oh, yes' our friend answered breathlessly. 'That way I can get dressed right at the end of the run and get in my car to go home!'
Then a third runner cast his eyes a little lower and asked, 'Do you always wear a condom when you run?'
'Nope... just when it's raining.'
In 2011 Ronnie Cahana suffered a severe stroke that left him with locked-in syndrome: completely paralyzed except for his eyes. While this might shatter a normal person’s mental state, Cahana found peace in “dimming down the external chatter,” and “fell in love with life and body anew.” In a somber, emotional talk, his daughter Kitra shares how she documented her father's spiritual experience, as he helped guide others even in a state of seeming helplessness.
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Rick learns how they manufacture cold water survival gear in Burnaby, BC, and then puts it to the test in the cold waters of English Bay.
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|Alex & Jessica & Juli & Marc|
A Stroke of Luck
- At a critical juncture during brain surgery, Alex Dixon, age 12, had a stroke.
- Sharing Alex’s story has been a tremendous way for us to reflect on and heal from the things we have been through.
- We have been fortunate to connect with people of all ages and walks of life who have been moved by our story, as well as those who have incredible stories of their own.
- Alex and Jessica keep busy with school and activities, but as a family we love to make time for sailing on our boat, Absolute Value.
- Mother, Juli, travel quite a bit for my career as a math educator, but home base is Central Florida.
- Marc, an engineer at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center, and Panda, our beloved Havanese.
- If you wish to get in touch with me, Jessica, or Alex Dixon please send a message to: Juli Dixon or look at our book A Stroke of Luck: A Girl's Second Chance of Life.
- Please see our site, A Stroke of Luck.
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Saturday, January 17, 2015
- Headline - Passion for Skiing
- Eclectic - Many articles from many Guest Bloggers about Stroke
- Cross-Country Skiing Stroke Rehab
- Learning to Ski is like Learning to Dance
- A Good Quality of Life is Complicated
- Three-Month Anniversary
- Dartmouth's Passion for Snow
- Treating Even Mild High Blood Pressure Can Pay Off
- Caregivers and Therapists Learning Expert Speech Therapy Methods for Aphasia and Dysarthria
- Do I Have A Migraine, Or Is This A Stroke?
- Great Question!
- Stroke Awareness
- Fitting In
- Diet, Weight Loss and the Brain Links: Weekend Reading
- So Much to Blog About -- So Little Time!
- Richard Feynman - The Difference Between: Knowing the Name of Something and Knowing Something
- Weekly Columnists
- Sunday Stroke Survival: Skiing! Yep, That's Me.
- Jackie The Jester: Celebrating 50 Years Together.
- TED Talks - Ben Saunders: Three Things to Know Before You Ski to the North Pole
- Rick Mercer Report: Rick and Canadian Ski Patrol
- Laid-Back Administration: Guest Bloggers Site
- Daily Comics: FB Or FW, Dilbert, Mayes, Doonesbury
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SSTattler: I was 12 years old and I was introduced to ski jumping (a style of Nordic). My 12 years old friend said “hmmm, there is no wind, lets go jumping...” and I did it (modulo falling a lots at the start)! Later, I was introduced to downhill (Alpine), and x-country (Nordic). It was like heaven!
But when I had a stroke, so I assumed, skiing is done for me.
Not true - 1) now I'll go downhill (with only 1-pole of course), 2) x-country kinda of same is downhill, 3) jumping - I quit when I was in the early 20's (now I'm a little bit older :-),
4) Carrie L (see About Us) told me to try "Snowshoes for Stroke Survivor” and it is very, very comfortable and I will go using snowshoes in Edmonton every winter. So, really, it doesn't make any difference. The only thing is you will have to change adaptive skiing, change your style, maybe you can be a competitor in the Paralympics (below), and, other than that, you will have a lots of fun!
The Dartmouth College impact on skiing continues. The college maintains its own ski area, the Dartmouth Skiway, a 100-acre (0.40 km2) skiing facility located over two mountains near the Hanover campus in Lyme Center, New Hampshire, that serves as the winter practice grounds for the nationally dominant Dartmouth ski team. Along with the Middlebury College Snow Bowl, the Dartmouth Skiway is one of two remaining college-owned ski areas in the eastern United States. Dartmouth and Hanover have been home to numerous members of the National Ski and Snowboard Hall of Fame.