Joy Comes in the Morning

I’m in two minds about posting this. I feel like it doesn’t really have a point. But, it’s all part of my journey so decided to include it. None of us can really plan for the future. We don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, next week, next year. I know all too well that…

Meeting Kate

Within just days of my stroke, my Dad had gone in to overdrive – reading everything he could find on brainstem strokes and locked-in-syndrome. He was not willing to accept the prognosis given to me by the medical team. Dad soon came across a young woman in the UK who had suffered a brainstem stroke…

BREAKTHROUGH

PROGRESS On the 1st January 2012, I started to move my head from side to side. Just a few centimetres each way, but it was voluntarily moving muscles in my body! Doctors told me that it was highly likely I would never move a muscle again. So needless to say, this was a big deal.…

Unsung Heroes

ICU at Canberra Hospital is an impressive ward. The staff there work in pretty stressful surrounds. Many patients in ICU are critically ill. Many are in intense pain. Hearing someone cry out in pain must be stressful for the staff caring for that patient, the staff working tirelessly to ensure the patient’s comfort. In ICU…

My Maternal Heart Breaks …… AGAIN

From as long ago as I can remember, I wanted to be a Mum. I completed high school at a highly academic girls school. Many of my classmates dreamed of big careers and changing the world. When I was asked what I wanted to do, I would often answer ‘Get married and have kids’. I…

The World is a Blur

Just after Christmas, I was moved back out of my single room. Pete and Courtney were visiting at the time. Unable to move my head, and with eyes that would not focus, I was still very unaware of my surroundings. Although I had now been in ICU for several weeks, I was completely unaware of…

Broken AND Beaten

I named my blog broken but not beaten. Yet today I am feeling most definitely beaten. After a wonderful weekend away, exhaustion manifested itself as frustration and anger in people around me. It’s days like this that I wonder if trying to live like we did before the stroke, is courageous or simply unrealistic. At…

Meet My Family

STEVE Steve is my beloved husband. I met Steve in 1997. I was 22 and he was 37. Despite the age difference, I knew after our first date, that I was in love and he would become my husband. We have had an adventurous marriage – 4 kids in 7 years,  5 major moves and…