11/27/2023
I’ve been contemplating the right way to start this story. While the Bible begins with “In the beginning,” I’m not convinced that’s the most suitable introduction for mine. Instead, I’ll say that this is the onset of a new chapter in my life. Back in November 2016, I felt unwell while living at the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge in Eastern Oregon. I decided to drive to the little town of Burns Oregon to seek medical help. The doctor, suspecting pneumonia, set up additional tests for the next day. I chose to stay at a nearby friend’s place to avoid the long journey home, believing everything was manageable, until a concerning incident occurred the next morning. Feeling disoriented and mentally unclear, I was struck by the severity of my condition and desperately called for assistance. My friend, seeing my distress, quickly acted to get me emergency care.
At the Burns hospital, my unusual symptoms left the doctor puzzled, contemplating a heart attack or stroke as possible causes. Owing to the gravity of my condition and the limited capabilities of the local hospital, I was flown by life-flight to a more advanced medical center in Boise. In Boise, it was confirmed that I had suffered a stroke and a minor heart attack, followed by another stroke a week later, leading to a six-week recovery period in the hospital.
Throughout this ordeal, I was overwhelmed with anxiety and uncertainty about what had happened, its causes, and the unknown ways in which my life would change. Friends like John Shewey and Jeff Weimer quizzed me on my bird knowledge, a passion of mine since the age of five and a subject I recently co-authored in the “Birds of the Pacific Northwest” book. Fortunately, despite not remembering the birds’ names, I recognized them, providing some reassurance amidst the uncertainty. Gradually, I began to recall their names, a few weeks into recovery.
After my stroke, I was diagnosed with aphasia, a communication-impairing language disorder typically resulting from brain damage, such as a stroke. Aphasia affects speech, language comprehension, reading, and writing but not intelligence… as far as you know.Regarding my sense of humor, its still there and often think that I am brilliantly funny although most would disagree.
Physically, the stroke affected my left side. I’ve lost feeling in my left hand, and my movement, particularly on the left side, has been hindered. I often remind myself and others that the situation could have been far graver, and I truly believe this.
This narrative provides an insight into my life after the stroke, highlighting the unique challenges I face. My experiences, while not unique in the realm of stroke victims , may offer support to others facing similar struggles, including their loved ones. This blog is a therapeutic outlet for me and a potential source of support for others dealing with the aftermath of a stroke. I am deeply thankful to be able to share my story, understanding that not everyone has this opportunity. My aim is to offer guidance and understanding for those navigating the significant changes a stroke can bring. Instead of focusing on what I’ve lost, I concentrate on what I can still do and look forward to. I hold onto my memories and find joy in them, eagerly embracing this new phase of my life.
The strokes were not an end for me, though I am aware this is not always the case for everyone. They have taught me to adapt, be patient with myself, and appreciate what I still possess. Accepting the loss of some abilities is part of the challenging recovery process, but being grateful for what remains is crucial.
Birdwatching and photography have been significant parts of my life. In this blog, expect many of my bird photos – they’re a part of who I am and play a crucial role in my recovery. The aim of this blog is two-fold: therapy to myself and to offer support to those who have experienced a stroke or friends and family. Strokes can be life-altering, and your life will undoubtedly change. My first piece of advice to anyone in this situation is the importance of attitude. Accepting the stroke might be difficult, but it’s the first step towards a happier life. If you’re still with me, perhaps you’ll join me on this journey. I welcome interaction, suggestions, and possibly even guest contributors. This should be fun!
