Was it a stroke of luck?“You’re lucky.” It’s a phrase I’ve heard often since my stroke—lucky to have my sight, lucky to have avoided more severe deficits, and lucky to be here.
I don’t feel lucky about what happened. But I do feel grounded in gratitude for the path of healing I’m on, for the people walking beside me, and for the ways this experience continues to shape how I see myself and the world. This blog is where I make sense of that journey in real time—through story, reflection, and the quiet work of rebuilding. |
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What Happened March 7, 2021
Pretty straightforward I baked a birthday cake for my mom. If you unpack it and agree baking is a science, this was not easy. Cooking and baking are an amazing combo of PT, OT, and cognitive. You need to be in your body, coordinate your hands to do the work. You need to be organized, follow directions you need to read you need to work in a sequence. It's difficult, these were all skills I was working on in therapy. Why it Matters This was was the first time I did something for someone else since having the stroke. Stylistic is a term I learned in cognitive remediation that's to say is this something I would've done previously. In this case baking a cake for my mom would absolutely be something that I would normally do. It was a whisper of me and a glimmer of my new self’s capacity. |
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