3 months today since I suffered my stroke. Life has changed, how could it not? You don’t go to the brink of death and back without a deep part of you being effected. I’m more tolerant, understanding and take time for the little things just a bit more. Don’t get me wrong, I can still bitch about stupid things that piss me off. The laundry and dishes still pile high and I wonder can’t I just have a break but then I remember what that actually truly felt like. To be locked in my body full aware of my surroundings but only able to communicate with a thumbs up. If I had any doubts about how sick I was that day the doctor who saved my life explained to me today without treatment in a timely manner 90% die with the kind of stroke I had. These odds would shake anyone but rather than dwell on that fact, I prefer to think of how lucky I was.
Meeting the doctor who saved my life Associate Professor Rick Dowling
I think often of all the gorgeous people my age who don’t get a second chance at life and suffer a fate that I was so desperate to avoid. I am in awe of what a tremendous privilege I have and try not to become overwhelmed with expectations I place on myself. How can I not do something impactful with my life after being given a second chance? Then I remember I have given life to my 2 beautiful kids, I nutured and grew them inside my belly. I strive daily to show them examples on how to live, god do I stuff that up some days!! But at the end of the day when the kids give me the best cuddles in the world and say ‘I love you so much Mum and I’m so happy that you didn’t go away’ I know that I have achieved something great in this world already.