Showing posts with label REFLECTION/LIFE. Show all posts
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Monday, April 04, 2016

A Tale of a Stroke Survivor...

 A Tale of a Stroke Survivor...
(composed January 21, 2015)

I don't often share my story of stroke survival with the world. Friends and family know this about me and at times it comes up in conversation, but this is not something I generally share freely. Perhaps it's pride or embarrassment, perhaps it's feeling like others have treated me differently when they know that I’ve had a stroke, that things are "dumbed down", or of course because it’s personal. We certainly have the right to share, or not.

I've known for awhile that I need to be more open with my story and help raise awareness. And today, January 20, 2015, I had the opportunity to share my story on The Dr. Oz Show.
(https://youtu.be/jyFbuKJzY-Q , horrible quality because I recorded this from my phone.
And part 2: https://youtu.be/fZ3Tk6c0tRE)


Strokes are happening more and more in young women. They are not just for older folks or people who are overweight or smokers or those who have high blood pressure or are migraine sufferers. Young women can have a stroke, but because symptoms can be less common and more easily missed, one in five of those women will not survive. I’m one of the lucky ones.

I had no family history of strokes, blood clots, heart issues...none.
Yet, I had a stroke on May 25, 2008.

The morning of May 24, 2008 I woke up to get ready for work and was feeling nauseous and light headed. I felt like I was going to throw up and went over to the toilet, but nothing. So I went on with my morning and left for work. I was feeling tired and a little ‘out of it’ but I didn’t think anything of it. I taught an improv workshop with a colleague that morning and afterwards went to a friend’s home for lunch.While there, I was still feeling tired and decided I should go home and rest.

On my way home, I remember having a little bit of trouble with a couple of the subway stairs, stumbling over some of them. But again, I was just tired.

I immediately laid down when I got home and took a long nap. (Little did I know this was the worst thing I could do as the brain needs to stay active to take action and get immediate help.) When I woke up I still didn’t feel well and thought that perhaps I had the flu so I decided to take it easy the rest of the evening.

On the morning of May 25 nothing had improved. I didn’t feel great and decided to cancel my plans for the day. Because of the symptoms I thought that I certainly had the flu or was pregnant. After all I was nauseous, tired, really thirsty…all similar signs for pregnancy. I took a pregnancy test, it was negative. So I treated myself as if I had the flu. I laid on the couch, loaded myself with fluids, and enjoyed an afternoon of TV binging.

At one point in the afternoon as I was sitting on the couch and eating a bowl of fruit, a thought came to mind “I’m going to drop this bowl.” And sure enough, I did. I immediately got off the couch and got some towels to clean it up. “How odd” I thought.

I called my mom and she thought that perhaps I was dehydrated and should load myself up with electrolytes. Off we went to the corner store to buy Gatorade.  As I went to drink out of the 32oz bottle it was way too heavy for me to hold. I asked my husband to hold the bottle for me and then asked him to pinch my hand. (To this day I still don’t know what made me think to ask him to do this). I looked at him, waiting for him to pinch my hand…I looked down, he had already pinched it. There was a big nail divot in my hand.

We immediately got in a cab and went to the ER.

When we arrived at the ER they asked me a general list of questions, had me fill out paperwork,took my blood pressure and heart rate. I was then admitted into a room in the ER where a doctor and I discussed the events that led us to the hospital. He ordered for me to have an MRI.

While in the MRI I just laid there, wondering what was going on, why was I there? What are they seeing in the MRI images!? It wasn’t until about an hour after the MRI test that a doctor came into my room and said that I had a stroke….
“WHAT!?!?! But I’m only 30! I’m healthy! Active! Don’t take drugs! WHAT!?!?!”

She then asked me if I was on the pill.
“Yes.”
I was told at that moment that I was no longer allowed to take hormonal contraceptives.

The doctors admitted me into the neuro floor of the hospital where I spent the next week being poked and prodded and tested in search for anything else that may have caused the stroke. Ultrasounds on my legs to search for any other clots, a spinal tap to test bleeding in the brain and other conditions that might be affecting the nervous system, and then a test on my heart. How healthy was it? Were there any holes? Holes? Yes.

About 30% of us have a hole in our heart. This is the result of the heart not fully closing at birth and many times those of us with a hole have a heart murmur. I did not know I had a hole in my heart. For the most part we can live our lives with a hole in our heart and not have any problems with day to day life. Yet, doctors are finding through their research that "in patients who have a stroke of unknown cause, the prevalence of PFO increases about 40%". (http://my.clevelandclinic.org/services/heart/disorders/congenital/pfo) Instead of the blood circulating in the‘normal’ pattern, the clot may take a short cut through the heart and go to the brain, causing the stroke. Of course we did not have a camera in my body when the stroke happened but the doctors believed that the hole contributed to the stroke.

During the week I was in the hospital and going through various tests, I also began my physical and occupational therapy. The stroke had caused me to loose some strength on the left side of my body, I became more sensitive to sound (ie: white noise, like a fan, drove me crazy. It was very difficult for me to be in a room where more than one person was talking), I lost my ability to remember phone numbers, my social security number, number sequences I had known my entire life; I had difficulty focusing and concentrating on a task,struggled with basic math problems, short term memory loss, and had difficulty with finding the words I wanted to say.

Eventually I was discharged from the hospital and continued PT and OT for another 4 months. My PT and OT were both successful and I barely notice any residual side effects from my stroke. I know what I was like before the stroke happened, so I notice more differences than others, but it may also just be a result of getting older! LOL

Because I was still young, the doctors advised that I get the hole in my heart closed as a preventative measure for another stroke. Almost exactly one year after my stroke I had open heart surgery to close the hole. I was fortunate to have Dr. Oz as my heart surgeon!

The procedure was simple (well, as simple as open heart surgery can be I guess) and was a minimally invasive surgery. The doctors cut under my right breast and operated between my ribs to sew up my heart! I was in the hospital for about 4 days post-op and I started to feel back to myself about three weeks post-op.

It has now been six and a half years since my stroke and five and a half since my heart surgery. I sometimes can’t believe that I went through it all, as it seems so surreal. I am so grateful for survival and for the many many prayers that helped me press on. Praise the Lord.

I only hope that my story may help raise awareness and encourage others to know the signs of a stroke. Especially in women, as our risk factors can be a little different than the normal stroke patient (migraines, depression, pregnancy, the pill).

Please feel free to ask me questions. Send me an email, call, set up a coffee date, pony express. If you see me on the street or at an event, don't feel like this may be an "elephant in the room", let's talk! Ask away! 
I will answer questions to the best of my knowledge and direct you to an article or organization if I don't have an answer. 

Addendum/My soapbox…
Doctors are so quick to prescribe the pill that I feel they don't ask all of the precautionary questions or take any precautionary tests before handing out this extremely powerful daily drug.  Since I had my stroke, I have heard more and more stories of young women who have also had a stroke because of birth control. Some have died, some paralyzed, some were lucky like me and hardly have any residual effects.  

Awhile back, I was talking to a doctor about my stroke.  I got on my soapbox and mentioned "If only doctors would do all of the precautionary testing on women before prescribing such a powerful drug" and he said "What, we're supposed to test every single woman that goes on the pill!?" I replied "YES! save a few lives!" 

However, in addition to doctors being more careful about prescribing any old thing to their patients, we as the patient need to be careful in letting them prescribe any old thing to us.
Take charge, know your body, do your research.

I will be the first to admit, I took the pill without doing all of the precautionary research for myself.  I assumed, like many of my friends and the other millions of women who take it, that I would be fine. That I was immune to the small print on the prescription information sheet.  Yet, I was only on the pill for 15 months...and had a stroke.

I can't necessarily tell you what to do with your body and what to put in it or not put in it....but I can raise awareness.  Just like knowing that we need to do 30 minutes of cardio and eat our fruits and veggies each day, we need to be aware of the fine print.

Know to take care of your body, know the warning signs of a stroke.  Tell your friends and neighbors...and be careful.

I can not go back and change the past.  
I am a young woman who has had a stroke and open heart surgery.
I now share my story, I raise awareness, I will try and do as Dr. Oz has challenged me and "go out and change the world".

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If you think someone may be having a stroke, act F.A.S.T. and do this simple test:
F—FACE: Ask the person to smile. Does one side of the face droop?
A—ARMS: Ask the person to raise both arms. Does one arm drift downward?
S—SPEECH: Ask the person to repeat a simple phrase. Is their speech slurred or strange?
T—TIME: If you observe any of these signs, call 911 immediately.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

National Wear Red Day - February 4th.


Go Red for Women is a mission created by the American Heart and Stroke Association. 
It's goal is to raise awareness that heart disease isn't just for older men. Go Red for Women is dedicated to "celebrating the energy, passion and power we have as women to band together to wipe out heart disease and stroke."
With this, they created National Wear Read Day, which raises awareness nationwide by wearing red. 
This year, Wear Red Day is on February 4th.

Awareness starts with us.
Support the fight by wearing red on February 4th.
Help raise awareness, look for free check-ups in your area, go see a cardiologist, start eating better, work-out, stop taking birth control (yes, stop birth control), take care of yourself to be a better, healthier you.

This movement is close to my heart, literally.
After having a stroke on May 25, 2008...the doctor's found I had a hole in my heart and I ended up having open heart surgery on June 15, 2009.
Many of us think that heart disease, stroke, and any related heart issues are a man's thing or for someone older than 50.
This is NOT true.
Wear red on Feburary 4th and do yourself a favor and go see a cardiologist...even if you think you're safe from heart disease, get checked.



Friday, August 27, 2010

Quick, Random.

Said good-bye to some dear dear friends this week, they are moving to Denver.
we will miss them oh so much!!
Shed some tears many times knowing they were leaving, it came at random times, it came in spurts.
But when we said our final good-bye...we were all teary eyed, saying our last good-bye...& we were at the entrance of Costco.
Probably one of the oddest farewells in my 11 years here.

Also
Joel & I went to the free US Open qualifying matches tonight.
sat in the bleachers next to Robin Givens (Head of the Class, Mike Tyson's ex)
she is teeny! about the size of my left arm!

And
sat next to some famous tennis gal (Melanie something or other...I think she's a big deal)
it was fun & we saw an amazing match between these 2 kiddos (Ryan Harrison from USA & Rui Machado from Portugal) that in the end probably lasted about 2.5 hours!
amazing skillz.
good times.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Where's the Scar?

When I tell people I've had open heart surgery, the first reaction they have is to glance down on my chest.
They are looking for the scar.  They do not say it audibly, but the action certainly tells me what is going on in their head.
I will either just let it pass or say something.
This past weekend, I had one of those occurrences.

I was at a wedding, speaking with a friend I had not seen in a few years.  I noticed the glance and said "you were looking for the scar weren't you?" Embarrassed, my friend smirked and said "yeah, well...yeah!"  I then proceeded to tell him how the doctors did the surgery on my side and that the scar can not be seen. (pictures and further explanation of the procedure here).

This moment got me thinking...
In NYC we encounter 100's if not, at times, 1000's of people a day.
Do they have scars?
Some we can see, some not.
We all have a story, we have all been through something in our life...we all have scars.
From surgery, to break-ups, to accidents, to the bully in 1st grade.

Some embrace the scars, share the stories.  Some bury them deep down in a well of bitterness and mope.  It is up to us to decide which way we will turn.

Now I am not saying to go shout from the mountain top all of the problems you have ever encountered in your life, but do not be embarrassed by them either.  You never know who you might be able to encourage by sharing your story, by sharing your life.

I am still working on fully embracing all that I am, all that I have been through...but I realize that as I do so, others are comforted, others are blessed, and so am I.  I have a wonderful, supportive, amazing husband who loves me dearly because 5 years ago I decided to let down some walls and share some 'scars'.  I also have some FANTASTIC friends that I know I can depend on.
I move forward in the support, in the healing.

I desire that in sharing these stories that I will raise awareness on stroke and heart disease, but to also raise hope.

"Change is inevitable, growth is intentional."  -Glenda Cloud

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Ways I Confuse my Huz


I love watermelon flavored candy,
but hate watermelon.

I love raspberries, strawberries, & cherries, & raspberry or strawberry or cherry flavored candy as well as raspberry or strawberry or cherry flavored drinks,
but hate raspberry or strawberry or cherry flavored ice cream, the green supposedly 'strawberry flavored' gummy bears, or anything filled with raspberry or strawberry or cherry goop.

I love black licorice,
but hate black jelly beans.

I love oranges,
but hate orange flavored candy or ice cream.

I love boston cream pie, 
but hate boston cream filled donuts.

I am a carnivore,
but will not eat meat on pizza.

Yup, there is likely lots more on this list,
& yes, my poor huz gets so confused.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

I'm a surviv-ah!

On June 24, Joel and I walked with friends and family in the American Heart Association's Start! Wall Street Run and Heart Walk to help raise awareness against heart disease and stroke.

We had some walkers with us in the Financial District along with team members in: IL, Vancouver, Kalamazoo, NJ, Upper East and West Sides, and Dr. Oz received an honorary team member tee.  

The front of the tee was a shout out to Dr. Oz, who did my surgery.  The tinman (Wizard of Oz, get it?) asking if you've "got heart". 
The back of the tee said:
'operor panton per totus of vestri pectus'
(Do everything with all of your heart.  Colossians 3.23)


Some pics (I will post more later):

I'm a survivor!  
Those of us wearing red caps during the event were all survivors and showed that we are "Fighting Back"!! 


Our walking team in the financial district (thanks guys!)

Some of our remote team members:
          
Dad and Mama Jan in IL                                                                 Mom in IL              

          

Shannon in Kalamazoo, MI                                 Peter and Cheryl in NJ

           Amanda and Laura in NYC                                   Laura again, my favorite little lady
                                                        


We also had many family and friends support us (via The American Heart Association) financially, which was a huge blessing.  This money helps to improve patient care, advocate for better health, reach out, educate, and raise awareness.

Heart Disease and stroke are the number 1 and number 3 killers in America and I'm certain each of us know someone affected by one or both.  I am very passionate about helping raise awareness, especially to alert young people that these issues are not just for your grandparents.  We are all affected.

It is hard to believe it has been two years since we started on this journey.  Amazing how the path of life drastically changes and your passions take a major shift as well.  I was unaware of so much those short two years ago and I will continue to share my story as long as I know it can help save lives.  

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

One Year & kicking strong...


ONE YEAR...


June 15, 2009: Open Heart Surgery


June 15, 2010: thanking God for all of His blessings and protection through crazy times.  I'm onto bigger and better things...and oh so grateful I'm still alive. wow.  PTL

Thursday, May 20, 2010

What is so hard about the word "trim"?

I REALLY needed a trim a couple weeks back, so I thought "I'll just shoot across the street & get a quick trim. They can't hurt my hair too much by just cleaning it up"....boy oh boy oh boy was I WRONG.

I get to the salon- there is a woman there who looks pretty hip and capable of cutting my hair...then she passes me along to a 70+ year old woman who didn't speak English (having a language barrier when trying to communicate to someone how you want your hair is not ideal...)

The 70+ lady then proceeded to 'wash' my hair.  She tugged and shoved my head in various directions, got water all down my face and in my eyes, and I didn't even get that nice head massage always given when your hair is washed.

I ask for my hair to be TRIMMED! ...the woman cuts some off, shows it to me, and gestures as if to say "is that ok? good?" (remember we have the aforementioned language barrier happening...)  I look at the chunk she cut off (pretty close to 4-5 inches) & I say "no, no that is way too much!!!" Now of course the woman didn't understand what I was saying so the 'hip' lady had to try and translate for me.
The rest of the cut seemed to proceed pretty well with my head being yanked around only a small number of times...but then....

As the woman went on to dry my hair I ask to have it diffused, so that it will be curly (my hair varies depending on how it's dried).  Again, we have the language barrier and ms. hip helps us again.  Moments later....my hair is dry.  It is uneven. It is 3 inches shorter.  and I look like Farrah Fawcett.

I realize now that I should have walked out of the salon as soon as my head was tugged around as it was being washed.  But, alas, now I know my lesson.
Don't just 'pop-in' to a salon hoping to get a nice safe quick trim.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

And it's only January 13th!


Dear 2010,
thank you for beginning in the way you have, I can already tell you'll be WAY better than 2008 & 2009.
Thank you.
-I have not been to one doctor's appointment! (quite a change from last year at this time)
-I am in an acting class I have wanted to take for years. Now I can afford it, now I have the time, & now I am not in the hospital.
-Along with the improv theatre I've been with for almost 7 years, I am reviving the improvised dating game I created & produced 5 years ago. We will be doing a 'Valentine's Special' Show.
In NYC? come on out, Feb 12 @ 7pm.
-I am back at teaching improv (for now, just workshops)
-one of my best best dearest friends is due with her first in February

2010
you will be awesome
thank you for that.
I'm READY!
Thank you Lord!
2 Cor 5:17 "...the old has gone, the new has come!"

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

It's almost the end...

Last year I was SO SO happy to have '08 done & over with...after having had a stroke, the passing of my last grandparent, & a little catheter shoved up my groin to put in a wee little device.
ah, after all that 2008 was over.
yippee!

Little did I know what 2009 would entail:
-a major surgery that left a mark almost 10" long to remove said 'wee-little device'
-a nice little open heart surgery!
-months of recovery time
-& many many many hours fighting billing agents, hospitals, & insurance companies.
er, yay!?

praise ye the Lord 2009 is on it's way out.
bring it on 2010!!!

BUT! as I've been trying to focus on the good things...
this year has also been full of many blessings:
-Dr. Oz was my amazing, wonderful, kind, gracious, & compasionate doc for the open heart surgery. LOVE him.
-We moved into a new apartment; went to my college reunion, saw many lovely wonderful old friends, & showed Joel the beautiful place where I went to college; my bro-in-law got married
-spent many wonderful days with family & friends this year (many bittersweet because of the surgeries, but wonderful nontheless)
-took some trips to break up the recovery/between surgery time (including seeing Canada, Atlanta & the Grand Canyon for the first time)
-celebrated weddings & baby showers

Though an extremely rough year, I have been blessed.
The Good Lord has protected me.
I am still alive.
I have deeper friendships.
I know (more than ever) the stick by-ness, go into the trenches, love, encouragement, support, protection, care, blessing, loyalty, strength, prayers of so many around me.

Especially my amazing husband.
LOVE HIM!

May I not forget the good of 2009, yet I am so excited to have a new year, come on 2010!

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

back to bloggin'


**Joel & I moved into an awesome wonderful huge & lots-of-light-you-don't-need-to-turn-on-the-lights-til-it's-530 & close to Manhattan & dear friends & tree lined streets & cute stores & wonderful brunch places & a FARMERS MARKET! (yay) apartment.
WE
LOVE
IT!
this is the new living room! LOADS of sunlight
(last place was a cave, always had to have lights on)

& the kitchen, where I am inspired to now cook
(DEF a new thing for me)


our awesome bedroom {where the King bed does not feel huge & Joel doesn't have to stub his toe getting out of bed everytime & where we also need curtains (since our current 'curtains' are sheets) & new bedding}
...YAY!


**A week after moving into our apartment, we went to my college reunion (so how did I get old enough & years passed so quickly that I now have had a college reunion?)
we had an AWESOME time.

--SAW SOME DEAR FRIENDS (my 'transfer' buddies)--
we all transfered the same year, thus all becoming friends & starting our own clique
tailgating before the football game:
Joel & Me; Joey (his family couldn't make it); Jill & Andy & their 3 kids

with my old roomies
Joel & Me (with Erin's son); Laura; Shannon; Erin & her daughter
so great to see all of them, haven't seen Erin since she was pregnant with her oldest, Laura in about 8 years, & Shannon since our wedding 2 years ago.

--TOURED THE CAMPUS--
the 'famous' Anchor of Hope

album cover with Shannon


the Anchor & beautiful chapel in the background

--SHOWED JOEL HOLLAND'S DUTCH VILLAGE THEME PARK
(where I worked as an 'actor' the summer after graduation)
& WOODEN SHOE FACTORY--
Joel tries on his first pair of wooden shows, there are SO many shoes to choose from

reliving my days & sporting the wooden shoes

Joel contemplates a pair

Dutch Village Theme Park entrance...
where we only got tourists on Sunday's
all other days maybe up to 10 folks stopped by

--WE ALSO WENT TO THE BEACH & HOLLAND'S FAMOUS ICE CREAM STOP--
Tunnel Park

Joel runs down a sand dune

YUM! Captain Sundae's & their famous Tommy the Turtle


**a week after visiting Holland...Benjamin (Joel's bro) & Laurie got married in NYC:

Beautiful Bride & Groom.

Joel & I were in the wedding.

all 12 of Joel's siblings were able to make it for the wedding.
All in age order: John, Matthew, Samuel, Paul, Rebecca, Esther, Luke, Stephen, Rachel, Joel, James, Philp, & Benjamin (the groom)
Mom & Pop in front
{& in case you were wondering: there is a 19 year difference btw #1 & #13 & there are no double births)


WHEW!!! & that was just the first 3 weekends since moving into our new digs!
we are happy to be in our new home & LOVE having people over & cooking in our new awesome kitchen (more pics on that later)

Hopefully from here on out I will blog more, I have lots of soapboxes as well to talk about from my 'health hiccups' as I call them.
& I'm aiming to get back to the funny NYC observations I used to do when initially starting this blog (here & here are some examples)

Friday, June 22, 2007

We're Back!




The Wedding & Honeymoon were AWESOME!
now, back to reality...


:)

Friday, February 02, 2007

4 Months From Today...


4 months from today...
I will dance, eat, dance, celebrate, dance some more...
AND!
I will be the Mrs. to this hottie!

YOWZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, November 09, 2006

The Little Things....

I'm in a bit of a reflective mood today...thinking about my life & where I've been, where I'm going. And I tell ya I wouldn't have it any other way.
I went to 3 colleges, but I got SO SO MUCH out of each one I went to. I cringe to think that if I had not transferred to my last college, that I would not have the friends in my life that I have from that last school...all of them also transfer students.
I have been in NYC & seen my ups & downs in regards to my career & where I've been, but I can see how I've learned something from each & every experience, good & bad.
I have also had relationships/friendships, good & bad. I have learned so much from each of those as well. Especially when being pulled in a direction I'm not necessarily comfortable with. But man oh man, the growth and strength I feel at the end of those 'trials' is quite rewarding.
I believe that God only gives us what we can handle & I'm grateful for the way He's helped me handle my life. Sure, it's not always been easy, but it's always been good.
I love the quote from The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe: "Of course he isn't safe... but... he's GOOD... He's the King."
Life has not always been safe or easy, but it's been good.
Look at the little things, step out of your comfort zone, & focus on THE One who is Good...and with that I believe that you will be directed towards life more rewarding then ever dreamed.