Living with Stroke

March 29, 2010

Harvey has found his voice. The stroke almost killed but did not slow him down. The near-death experience seems to have given Harvey a reason for being. Harvey has a great belly laugh. He is endlessly cheerful. Harvey, quite obviously, is glad to be alive. His life’s recital continues. And I want to applaud whenever I speak to him.

To ‘sing’ his way back from devastating brain trauma is nothing short of inspirational. The statistics on stroke are grim. It was obvious when I talked to Harvey that he is a survivor. Do not minimize the guts he has in sticking with it and almost clawing his way back home.

We all have a lot to fear from a stroke, and most of us know little about it including the warning signs. Go ahead. What are they? Here are signals of a stroke in progress; a drop in the mouth, uncontrolled movement in the arms, unintelligible speech.

Harvey’s description of the “Country of Aphasia”, his expression for the inability to pull words from his mouth, is breathtaking. I cannot imagine having thoughts locked in my head with the inability to share them. The brain is an amazing instrument. That Harvey could use the right side of his brain to coax words and full sentences out of the left side is extraordinary. We have so much to learn.

Harvey is disabled, though one would never know it. We cannot see his speech problem. But listen. My voice slurs from the MS. Harvey must have the same awkward problem. He probably ignores it.

But call Harvey at home, and if you miss him, listen to his answering machine. The voice is crystal clear because the message was recorded before the 2006 stroke. He leaves the old message intact, he says, because he cannot bring himself to erase a perfect past.

Harvey has become a full-time advocate for stroke victims with aphasia. He is a new and different person from before. I have been asked if I would trade in my MS. After a pause, I always answer, no. This is who I am, and I have a job to do that is bigger than what I have done. There are no heroes here, no medals or merit badges. There only are people who care deeply, flesh and blood like you and me, individuals who see it all and want to make life better. Helping others offers its own reward.

No one wants to feel different. Chronically ill patients want one thing most: to be normal. Can a person be normal after a debilitating stroke?

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