Thursday, May 19, 2016

Everyone Has A Story To Tell

A day or so after Dad had his stroke I remember emailing Mindy asking her what kind of stroke her ex husband had. I needed information, I was grasping at straws and I knew she and he lived together and she took care of him. She would know something. She responded back quickly. From the sounds of it, it appeared that Dad had experienced a similar type of stroke her ex Don had. Mindy ended up becoming an amazing beacon of light in the dark world I found myself following Dad's stroke.
You may be asking yourself, who's Mindy?
Mindy and I worked in the same office, what seems like eons ago now. In reality it's only been half a dozen. But that's neither here or there. Don, her husband at the time, had a stroke while I was working there and while I didn't really know either of them in depth, their story and his life changing event made its way around the office cubicles. Gossip tends to spread faster than wild fire once you get a group of people together. Mindy was a smoker, like me, and occasionally our paths would cross while out having a cigarette. I've met more people being a smoker than not, if that doesn't speak about the social aspect of a nasty habit.
Like I said people gossip and talked. While I tend to keep to myself, I couldn't help but hear this and that, sometimes from Mindy herself, while out on a smoke break. We all need to vent sometimes. So I sort of knew what happened after Don's stroke. Sort of.
Flash forward a few years. I've left my job (right before it was outsourced), attempted to move halfway across the country (bad mistake) and ended up regrouping at my parents, which leads us to why I was there the morning Dad had his stroke. Life has a funny way of providing you a reason for everything.
But back to the stroke and who I can turn to for answers, because the questions in my head grow hour by hour in the days and weeks following his stroke. One of those people was Mindy. With a smile, an email of encouragement or relatable story, she helped in ways to this day she probably doesn't realize. She got it. And got it, all while living through her own life and what was transpiring there. That's what truly selfless people do. Little did I know, that what was transpiring there, she would eventually turn into a book called His Stroke, My Recovery. She recently published it online.   
I picked up Mindy's book through Amazon Kindle a couple of weeks ago and burned through it pretty quickly. It's an easy read with a crazy story. I highly recommend reading about her journey, Don's journey, their journey together. In the end you are left with an indelible mark on your soul and a true realization of the transcendent power of love.




                
                   His Stroke, My Recovery                  

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Real and Tangible

I suppose I hadn't wanted to say anything since everything was going so well. Then I thought well if you keep all the news to yourself and you don't share it, is it really news?
For the past four months now we have been able to get away with monthly doctor visits for Dad to check his Coumadin levels. To echo Foghorn Leghorn, "I say, I say, we only have to go once a month to the doctor!"


While our winter may have been non-existent (and deservedly so after last years record breaker), the good news about this does exist and is a reason to shout out loud. You know why? It ends up being one of those thing that someone keeps telling you is going to get better and to hang in there. And you do and then it finally does. It highlights the little things that, once added up, make the extraordinary real and tangible.


Here's to continuing trends...   

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Wait It Out

Well, as I joked to everyone, there wasn't enough snow in Maine so I went to New Jersey to get some. Minus the blizzard that crippled the entire mid coast of the Atlantic and the cold I brought back, my trip was a success.
The cold.
I can recover pretty quickly, but I also still have a good immune system and I don't mess around when I'm starting to come down with something. Dad, on the other hand, doesn't recover quickly from anything anymore. I think he's on day four of stuffy nose, feeling like crap, going to sleep all day. We've been pumping him full of soup, liquids, vitamin C and Tylenol. Those are about the only things he can take because of the medications he's on. While he is getting better everyday it's slow going. It is what it is and that's ok.
The tortoise always wins the race.
And we continue on... 

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Winter Vacation

I get to escape this weekend! I'm fortunate enough to get two mini vacations this year and this weekend is one of them. I'm heading down to New Jersey while PJ stays with Mom and Dad. It's a good thing for all of us I think. It gives Mom, Dad and I a break from each other, it gives PJ some alone time with them (and he can do little projects I haven't had time to get to) and after it's over it makes us all appreciate the situation as it normally is!
Aside from seeing friends and driving by old haunts, driving down to Jersey really can mean only one thing...food shopping. That's right. As much as we all love Maine, the slower pace of life, less people, no humidity, yadda yadda, is just as much as we miss certain things found in abundance down there. Namely ethnic foods, bagels and pizza. You can order just about anything you want off the internet, except Oscar Meyer's Braunschweiger Liverwurst or Pechter's rye bread (two of Dad's favorites). The liverwurst is specific to certain markets and the rye bread I've only seen sold in ShopRite in New Jersey. Sure I can drive to Morse's European Delicatessen in Waldeboro and buy Schaller & Webber German sausages imported from New York City (heck you can even get Taylor Ham there), but I'd just as soon go to Kochers in Ridgefield New Jersey and pick them up fresh, along with some sauerkraut.
For weeks now we've been making our list (or I should say I've been making my list) of all the things we want that we can't get up here. So far I'm hitting up a German butcher (sausages, stollen, mustards & sauerkraut), an Italian deli (dry cured meats, cheeses and breads), an Asian market (real ramen noodles, spices, dried chilies), ShopRite, a bagel place and a pizza joint. I've got a seasoned veteran to maneuver me in and out of the congested byways and highways that are New Jersey, a chest freezer in Maine begging to be filled and one weekend to get it all done.         

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Day 1098

I didn't post anything on the 2nd of January, the 3rd anniversary of Dad's stroke. The date is ingrained in my brain enough, no need to ingrain it in anyone's else's mind. Then I calculated the days it's been. It's one thing to think of it in years (funny how poof, just like that the event translates into years), it's quite another to see how many days it's been.
I suppose heralding the sentiment of our Christmas letter, what I take away from each day is how the ordinary has become extraordinary. It's remarkable how simplicity can still yield miracles after all this time; yet that is what this and all life is, simply a miracle.
And we continue on.