A year ago, we were devastated about Mr. being essentially stuck in a nursing home until...well, we didn't know when, how we'd do it, or if he would even be able to come home. The reality of the situation was overwhelming. And frankly, a blur when (I) we think back to that time. I was… Continue reading Mysteries, Medications, and Mushrooms Signaling Recovery Delays and Successes
As the Poppy Turns, So Too Does Another Month
I've come down with a bug of sorts. It could be called time blindness. Or "I Have Too Much Sh*t on My Mind." I don't think I was bitten by anything, but, no matter what it is, it's the feeling of having too much rolling around in my brain that I lose track of time.… Continue reading As the Poppy Turns, So Too Does Another Month
A Year Later…
As I hop briefly into the blogosphere, I feel like a bunny that's been in hiding. Every waking moment you can find me hop from thing, to thing, to thing - my to do list multiplies before my eyes. I try desperately to find a sturdy rock to rest on, briefly, as I move onto… Continue reading A Year Later…
Subtle Reflections of Normal In Our Stroke Recovery Journey
I sit here watching Mr. rest 'comfortably' in his reclining wheelchair just on the edge of my makeshift workstation at the kitchen table. I think to myself, on some normal day in the future, I'll be in my office again, but for now, my makeshift desk/laptop workstation on a shipping box with a kitchen barstool… Continue reading Subtle Reflections of Normal In Our Stroke Recovery Journey
Simple Joys of the Power of Neuroplasticity
As I sat down to write to you dear blogging buddies, I realized something profound. Not huge, but profound. I was with a friend on a trip to Florida a year ago this week. That in and of itself is profound. Seems like a lifetime ago. Like so many things these days. I still love… Continue reading Simple Joys of the Power of Neuroplasticity
How Mr.’s Stroke Helped Us Choose Our Word for 2025
I'm sitting here staring at the blinking line flashing on the screen before me, remembering days when I'd felt the urge to write to you, yet it was hard to find something to write about. I find comfort in knowing that some things about myself will be a steady reminder of life before Mr.'s stroke.… Continue reading How Mr.’s Stroke Helped Us Choose Our Word for 2025