Recovery from stroke is a lifelong process. For many people, recovery begins with formal rehabilitation, which can restore independence by improving physical, mental and emotional functions. It is important for you and your family to know that no matter where you are in your recovery journey, there is always hope.
To enhance your quality of life after stroke,you have to learn as many details as possible about stroke and recovery. There are resources and information you and your caregiver can make as much progress in recovery as possible.
by checking through iHOPE and Living After Stroke – two convenient and easy-to-use tools for survivors and caregivers!
"When you think of the word ‘stroke’ you picture a caress, like stroking a cat. Well it’s nothing like that! Stroke is devastating! Having a heart attack it didn’t bother people that much. Heart attacks aren’t crippling like strokes. It’s so embarrassing! When I was first in rehab they wanted me to draw lines on a paper. I didn’t want to work on things my grandkids could do! I didn’t want to be seen in public with a quad cane or a leg brace. The last thing you want is sympathy.
At first, when people would hold a door open for me I thought they just felt sorry for me. Now I know they are just being considerate."
"I used to feel that if someone had a stroke, that’s it… it's the end of the line. Now I know you have to keep fighting. I think once you have a stroke you have to get to the point where you accept the fact that this is the way it is…and rather than saying ‘I can’t do it,’ start looking for ways to do things."
"What I miss most is losing my handwriting."
When I had to open a new banking account, I could not sign my signature; it took me 20 minutes to write my name by my left hand. The bank people don’t except finger print if you want to have ATM.Card with your account as well. I still write a lot now but with my notebook, of course. I write to my friends by E-mail. I still help translation news from Thai into English for our website. I keep my own room clean and do laundry, all with the help of my relatives, sometimes my trying to help, makes the family nervous. They worry about me getting hurt or over-doing. My right arm still hangs as I pops thing in the oven. I always keep moving. I fall sometimes. In many ways, my care taker says it would be less worrisome if I would give in and use the wheelchair…but that’s not me.
I know I grieve over the loss of the person I was or at least some of the things I could do. But my family all celebrate the person I am and marvel over the many things I can do.
