39 to 49
I turned 39 less than 3 months before my strokes . This month I'll turn 49. I wasn't supposed to live. Not alive to the hospital. Not through the first night. Not through the first three days. Not through the first week... Surviving an entire decade makes no sense, medically speaking. I am (now) beyond grateful. (Oh boy, was I mad I had survived at first though!) I've gotten to raise two kids into adulthood and another is starting his second year of high school next month. (My initial worry that I would never get to raise them, was for totally different reasons !) I did not leave my husband a widower. I am re-learning many skills and making an impact in lives, because of the strokes, living a platform I didn't want,. I feel thoughtful today, I can't quite wrap my head around nearly a decade. I am very thankful. Overwhelmingly grateful. Happy. Joyful. Awe-filled Also a little sad. Melancholy. Disoriented. Confused. Bewildered. Many memories of this past decade ar