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Strokes know no race, gender, age, sex, or beliefs. I want to ask you a question, if you woke up one morning at age 32 and had a slight pain in the back of your neck, while making your way to the closet to put on your pajama pants you kind of lose balance and feel a bit dizzy, then you feel pressure in your chest. You think it’s anxiety and make your way to the bed to lay down. Yell for your husband and he comes in later asking what is going on? Would you assume it’s a stroke? I didn’t. And I

June

2018

09

When first awoke as an invalid after cardiac arrest, coding twice and nearly coding again a few times, a coma, stroke, organ failure, broken ribs and a deadly tumor...unable to walk or use my hands...some life long principles kicked in, thank goodness.   When things feel hopeless, often faith has just begun.  You can settle.  You might feel sad or fearful.  There may be countless things going wrong.  My suggestion if you experience this to find something good and build on that thought.  Often

June

2018

07

January 2016 - I thought I had the flu. I’d been working hard in the run-up to Christmas - retirement is supposed to be the time to relax, but not me! Excitingly I had just published a book of my artwork ‘my London’ , was preparing for an exhibition in Cyprus and was busy painting everyday. On the flip side, my wife had terminal cancer. She was doing well but the weekly journeys to hospital, and the constant worry were taking their toll. I don’t remember what happened. I’m told I woke up and

June

2018

06

You know how you start to think that someone was really great after you've spent a long time apart? I know I've been guilty of that - you know, breaking up with a guy and then a few months later you stumble across some photos of you two together and all you remember is the good times you had and not that he couldn't hold a job or your interest. So I can't help but wonder if I've started doing that with pre-stroke me. I lament about how I used to be so much better at everything before my brain

June

2018

05

Fear either debilitates or elevates. For I have not been given a spirit of fear, but the spirit of power… (2 Timothy 1:7). Fact. On 4/13/2011, at 34, my vertebral artery tore and I had a hemorrhagic stroke. Fact. I lived.  Truth. This was not my end, but a new beginning. Truth. I wanted a do-over. So, I prayed. And, worked. Overtime on most days. A neurologist, cardiologist, physical therapist and psychologist all walk into a bar… Just kidding. But, not really. #SquadGoals I focused on

June

2018