This is the third and final installment of recounting the three strokes I had in 2009 and how they changed my life.
Part 2 ended with the drive back to Connecticut from Maine where I’d spent most of my last vacation in the hospital.
The Staff Is What Makes A Hospital Great
Once home, my kids and Ashley brought me directly to that big New Haven hospital, where the doctor looked at my MRI/MRA images and totally disregarded what he saw. The stroke CD showing the collapsed artery, the “doctor” told me that I did not have a stroke, and I was experiencing problems from diabetes.
I left the hospital without checking out, disgusted with that “doctor’s” attitude and I asked my primary doctor to refer me to a “real” neurologist. I’ve never trusted that big reputable hospital since.
A week passed and my awesome new neurologist hooked me up with the “best neurosurgeon” at New York Presbyterian Hospital. Which brings me to “My Independence Day.”
My ex-husband accompanied me to New York to meet with Dr. Yves Gobin at NYPH, and after going over the images from Mount Desert Island Hospital, he showed me the trouble spot where an artery had collapsed and was restricting blood flow in my brain.
Dr. Gobin gave me a game plan and a week later, on November 16, 2009, I went under the knife, a stent, he decided was not necessary after he explored through my arteries and learned that my brain was starting to heal itself by rerouting blood flow to critical places without having to use the damaged area.
Except for a couple of minor scares early on after the surgery, my mind has been at ease for the past 12 years. I take a handful of maintenance drugs every day to keep things in check.
I thank the doctors who believed in me and took my “frivolous” complaints seriously, especially, the staff at Mount Desert Island Hospital and Dr. Gobin. Thanks to you I am still a functioning human being. Not as sharp as I’d like to be, but functioning.
The only lasting complications I have after three strokes, is short-term memory loss, reading comprehension, and some loss of organizational skills, and seizures hold me back quite a bit and it’s frustrating when I can’t do all the things that I did automatically back then. Other than these, I’m doing fairly well.
A Different Person
I am now a much different person than I was pre-strokes. I used to be a voracious reader, but these days, even the simplest text can leave me confused and I have to read things over and over again in order to get the gist of what it’s saying. The cognitive disabilities have stunted my storytelling skills and writing for a website is much less satisfying than the expectations I had and found easy during my newspaper career.
I used to enjoy going out to parties, and events and meeting new people, but now crowds make me uncomfortable and I would much rather be alone. Even one-on-one outings with friends are difficult. If I have something to do, it often takes a lot for me to get out and do it.
I have terrible anxiety attacks now. In the past few years, I have driven for an hour to get to an event, and once I arrive, It’s not unusual for me to turn around and go back home.
If I can drive myself somewhere instead of commuting, that’s a blessing, I can leave rather than hang around.
So, what’s the point? Strokes are serious, don’t ignore the signs like I did. If I had gone to the doctor when my foot started dragging behind on the treadmill at the gym, or paid more attention when I kept having headaches or tripping over my feet when I took my golden retriever for a walk (these came with the TIAs) or even if I had gone to the hospital on that Tuesday when I was clearly having the first stroke instead of waiting several days hoping it would go away, maybe I would still be comfortable going out into the world like I used to.