Discharge on Thanksgiving Day seems appropriate. I have so much for which to grateful.

In January through March, I was totally disabled on my left side, couldn’t speak, had limited right arm mobility, weak right leg mobility, and for a good chunk of that time kept having strokes and we didn’t know why. To be honest, I spent most of that time alternating between fear that I wouldn’t live to my next birthday and fear that I would. I was never depressed or suicidal, but sometimes I questioned the worth of surviving.

March through May got better. I started rehab and made progress. All my therapists were excited for me. I started remembering what was happening to me. I saw family and friends.

June through Thanksgiving was huge. I made wonderful progress in therapy of all kinds. My attitude was on target. I had some beautiful visits with family and friends. I had phone calls, texts, emails, and letters. I appreciate you all and apologize for my frequent silence. Writing has been a lot of work; more on that in my next post. My friend Dave has started calling me when he walks his dogs and we just talk about life (and more recently Buddhism). I don’t mind talking about my strokes and rehab, but it’s really nice to just talk about how well the dogs are fetching today.

At long last, I have returned home. Didn’t want to leak it before we knew dates and settled on yesterday faster than I could write a blog post. Being home is so amazing! It’s like I am a real boy suddenly. Normal life is so amazingly normal; it’s invigorating.

Had thanksgiving dinner at home. I spared the family from hearing my whole list. I am thankful for so much.

If you want to come visit drop me a note here, call, or email. I’d love to see you.