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My body hurts. Assisting your body all 230 pounds can be so difficult. You are getting stronger, it is getting better. Do I start cleaning or cooking while you nap? Honestly, I think I will sit here in the sun. #stroke #caregiver
January 13, 2026 at 5:15 PM
My body hurts. Assisting your body all 230 pounds can be so difficult. You are getting stronger, it is getting better. Do I start cleaning or cooking while you nap? Honestly, I think I will sit here in the sun. #stroke #caregiver
How do I survive the stroke you survived? How do I not shake over the fact that you can have a seizure at any moment? How do I breathe knowing at any time a small part of your brain can explode again. How do I care for me while I care for you? #stroke
January 10, 2026 at 4:39 PM
How do I survive the stroke you survived? How do I not shake over the fact that you can have a seizure at any moment? How do I breathe knowing at any time a small part of your brain can explode again. How do I care for me while I care for you? #stroke
So we add seizures to the list. My poor man you are so brave. Your stroke seems to be the gift that keeps on giving.
January 9, 2026 at 7:19 AM
So we add seizures to the list. My poor man you are so brave. Your stroke seems to be the gift that keeps on giving.
Why is it so difficult for the insurance companies to understand that the only pill for a stroke is rehab. All the rehab! Every day! It is the only thing that heals a stroke survivor.
January 4, 2026 at 7:46 PM
Why is it so difficult for the insurance companies to understand that the only pill for a stroke is rehab. All the rehab! Every day! It is the only thing that heals a stroke survivor.
My biggest challenge of 2026? Battling the United States private insurance system incompetency when it comes to stroke rehabilitation.
January 2, 2026 at 8:32 PM
My biggest challenge of 2026? Battling the United States private insurance system incompetency when it comes to stroke rehabilitation.
There is no understanding. There is no giving me time for me. I am incapable of stopping worrying, caring, struggling, laughing, loving….living? You survived, we are surviving. Stroke destroys, it eradicates. But you chose to live and we will struggle until we can actually live life despite stroke.
December 29, 2025 at 6:33 PM
There is no understanding. There is no giving me time for me. I am incapable of stopping worrying, caring, struggling, laughing, loving….living? You survived, we are surviving. Stroke destroys, it eradicates. But you chose to live and we will struggle until we can actually live life despite stroke.
I look at our life from the outside .. in
We are a farce. We can’t see what we have because all we see is what is gone. Ripped from our lives with one clot of blood. A stroke of destruction, we are in an alternate universe.
We are a farce. We can’t see what we have because all we see is what is gone. Ripped from our lives with one clot of blood. A stroke of destruction, we are in an alternate universe.
December 28, 2025 at 5:13 AM
I look at our life from the outside .. in
We are a farce. We can’t see what we have because all we see is what is gone. Ripped from our lives with one clot of blood. A stroke of destruction, we are in an alternate universe.
We are a farce. We can’t see what we have because all we see is what is gone. Ripped from our lives with one clot of blood. A stroke of destruction, we are in an alternate universe.
Every petty complaint about the new you is now microscopic. The effects of your stroke knocked on the door and just barged back into our lives. I thought I was going to lose you again. Calling 911, feeling the helplessness of my control over your body, your health swarmed my heart and soul.
December 25, 2025 at 4:23 PM
Every petty complaint about the new you is now microscopic. The effects of your stroke knocked on the door and just barged back into our lives. I thought I was going to lose you again. Calling 911, feeling the helplessness of my control over your body, your health swarmed my heart and soul.
The you that I fell in love with is truly gone. Those damn blood clots ripped you away. They took all that was you and smothered it. What is left is kind and lost. What is left, is someone that reminds me of you but is just out of my reach.
December 22, 2025 at 4:34 PM
The you that I fell in love with is truly gone. Those damn blood clots ripped you away. They took all that was you and smothered it. What is left is kind and lost. What is left, is someone that reminds me of you but is just out of my reach.
Everyday I miss the old you. Everyday the shadow man is present allowing glimpses of what was shine past the brain death. Your stroke ripped our life away. 5 months in 3 days. I can no longer look at past photos or think of old times. Being your caregiver is an honor Being your wife is hard.
December 21, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Everyday I miss the old you. Everyday the shadow man is present allowing glimpses of what was shine past the brain death. Your stroke ripped our life away. 5 months in 3 days. I can no longer look at past photos or think of old times. Being your caregiver is an honor Being your wife is hard.