Why this site? Why this title? And a seizure.
Here’s my premise:
I thought about being clever, but on second thought I just want it to be honest. An honest look at my recovery from my stroke at the age of 41, among other things. I hope out of darkness, will come the light of truth. (But I don’t know what that means anymore. Just that there are many truths. And the ultimate notion/high is love–love in all its manefestations.)
And the seizure
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I sent this out as an email to all my good friends:
There’s been a little news on my end, and it’s not too good. Friday night (Sept. 11th!) I had a seizure around 8:45 pm. At first I thought it was another stroke, cause my arm felt very weird and tingly and then went numb, and I threw myself out into the hallway so somebody would see me. I was way out of out and fell asleep/passed out. I came to about a half hour later, and I was surprised to see nobody came to rescue me!! (I live on a very quiet floor, apparently.) So I crawled back in to my apartment and tried to finish the email I had started composing, but I had a lot of trouble focusing. I managed to finish the email with much difficulty and then I called Adam and then my sister. (I knew Steve was out of town.) Adam and my sister talked me into going to the hospital. I packed up my stuff (took my arm brace), and left to go downstairs, where the doormen would be able to help me get an ambulance. The ambulance was there in about 5 minutes, and took me to Weill-Cornell Hospital.
Adam was the first one on the scene. Thank god he stayed with me until my sister (she lives in NJ now–over an hour away) arrived, around 12:30 or 1:00 am. I (and Tina) spent a long night in E.R. and eventually they admitted me the next day. They hooked me up to an EEG machine (with 20 terminals going to my head for nearly 20 hours). I looked like Medusa. Not a pretty picture. They finally concluded that I had a seizure, not another stroke. They said overnight when they were monitoring my EEG, my brain misfired. They said it was due to new-formed scar tissue in my brain because of the brain surgery. Now I think I’m going to have to go on anti-seizure medicine for the rest of my life. That sucks. But at least it wasn’t another stroke.
I’m doing Ok now, I think, and Steve’s getting back tonight so we will be together…(I talked him a lot, too, and he would have rushed back, but my sister told him not to because it was over now…). Anyway, trials and tribulations in the life of one who is recovering from a stroke…But I am determined to get better. I even went to the Women’s US Open Final Sunday night–the same day I was released from the hospital (although my friend Brook picked me up and escorted me home, so I was safe). I was very frightened during my seizure (and afterwards), but I (somewhat brazenly) say, take that, stroke and seizure!! Not to get too big for my britches, I am humbled by the experience.
Be well,
Yvonne
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Another Day in Paradise 
