Was in February of 2018, we had just finished a run to Wal-Mart and were getting ready to head out and do some thrift store shopping. We had plans to make a little bbq spot in our tiny backyard space.
We were making a new walk, our son Rod, has just put in new stair for us. So, I was on the hunt for backyard treasures when:
I head a horrible sound from the kitchen, and I ran to see what was happening. Steve was clutching his chest and beginning to fall. I grabbed him, and at least tried to soften the fall.
He had a stoke!
Ambulance, was called . My son somehow made it from work, even beating the ambulance, then many days of confusion. flying him to Seattle and more confusion and it all became a blur.
I learned a new word and live with that word and that word is aphasia. There are different levels, and some have just one part of aphasia. Steve, has both receptive meaning what he hears is scrambled. He just hears you making sounds, that are not forming into words. At the same time he has expressive, the words coming from him are scrambled. So I have no clue what he is saying. Over the years, he has been able to speak a few words but, mainly our life revolves around a white board.
Steve, can get the drift of what you are trying to say, if he reads it. He does not write, he can not make letters, I am pretty good at guessing.
So, I am coming to grips with my new world. I do have a very short fuse, but even that is getting better. I am getting back to my sewing and playing in the garden.
It is still paradise, you give your whole life to Christ, not just part of it but all of it.