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On April 23, 2007 I was a senior at Oral Roberts University. There I was, two weeks before graduation, with 22.5 credit hours, and two jobs.  To top it off, I bottled up a horrific experience with my former boyfriend in his home. Walking in the shame of sexual abuse, academic obligations, and an overwhelming workload, my body finally told on me. What did it tell?  I was overloaded and needed to slow down and heal. Sometimes, healing and recovery are forced. Mine sure was. So on the evening of

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I have always considered myself a relatively healthy person. I eat fruits and vegetables, I walk and hike, my fourth grade teaching responsibilities require me to move about a lot, and I rarely get sick. Child delivery was the only event that brought me to the hospital. Doctor visits were few and far between. Until Sunday, January 6 2019. I’d had a nagging headache for a few days, but I attributed the pain to fatigue and the demand of classroom life after a long holiday break. I remember

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You know how people wonder what they’ll lament about on their death beds? Lots of people make predictions about how “on your death bed, you’re not going to wish you’d spent more time at work” and stuff like that. In fact, some people make life decisions based largely on what they’ll regret on their death bed. I have an advantage there. I’ve been on my “death bed.” When I was riding in the ambulance after my stroke, and the paramedic was imploring me to, “Stay with us, Tamsen!” I had to face

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I’m Cleo, 26 years old, married and from the Philippines. I had a hemorrhagic stroke last year March 6, 2018 at 25years old. I was doing some stuff at my business and  some household chores when suddenly I felt something burst within my head, followed by sudden weakness and numbness at my right side of my body and dizziness. I went inside the house thinking maybe I should take some rest. Being a nurse, I really felt that something is wrong so I told my cousin to bring me to the nearest

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I am fortunate to be a part of a life group at church who has been together for over five years. They knew me pre-stroke and are some of my closest friends. This past Monday evening during group, I became extremely frustrated. I was unable to remember my thoughts long enough for others to finish sharing and give me an opportunity to speak. This is not unusual post stroke, but it was worse this time because I had things I desperately wanted to say. By the time others were done speaking, not only

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