10 October 2009

On October 10th of last year, long before I had any blog followers, my mother (on the left) had a stroke. It was a fate she had long assumed inevitable, as both sisters had suffered fatal strokes. Hers would yield paralysis, confusion and frustration, but she would survive.

Aunt Tisha was young, only 32 when she died, and a healthy non-smoker. My mother received the news via telegram, delivered by my father, who raced from office to house to deliver the shocking words. We were in France, she died in Cleveland.

Aunt Dootsie died not long after turning 60, and had been warned that she had multiple aneurysms. She apparently sensed that this violent headache was the precursor to the "event", and sent her husband out for aspirin, so she could die without intervention. Gutsy.

My unresponsive mother was discovered by my brother on this date, one year ago, and she was rushed to the hospital. A lifelong smoker, she lost not only her ability to speak, but also the urge to smoke. Some speech returned, but she never again motioned for that pretty pack of slim cigarettes.

Life saving information here, stroke symptoms, and a wonderful survival story here: Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor.

6 comments:

kaye said...

(((hugs)))

Mary said...

xoxo

virginia said...

thank you, both.

corine said...

sorry to hear Virginia...

words, wine, coffee, art said...

An anniversary like this is a momentous one. Hope you've been able to tap into happy memories of your Mum too.

virginia said...

thank you, the information linked is so important, that i decided to share the story.


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