I cry a lot. I hate to admit this. I am not as strong as I thought I was. In fact, I am a wuss. Having a stroke has brought me to my knees. It is the helplessness that is driving me mad. I was used to doing everything for myself. Now, I can’t even get out of bed on my own. I can’t open the blinds. I wear a big-assed diaper where I poop and pee. I am an award-winning author and also a stroke survivor. I am being real here. Forgive me if this makes you think less of me. I am not super human it turns out. I can write a decent story. That’s true. It’s something I love to do for you. I write for my readers. I write for you.
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Here is a video one of my physical therapists took last week. Cue the Rocky soundtrack.
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Love you! ♥️
Susan
Hang in there Susan. You're not a wuss! You can do this and you will come out stronger!
I, for one, could never think less of you. As a nurse, I know how hard stroke recovery can be. I'm so sorry you have to go through this but we'll be waiting to read more of your great stories on the other side.🤗