On monday 21st November 2005 my partner cleo had a stroke. Since then we are bashing our heads against all the problems of rehabilitation and care that most people never encounter.This blog will be a record of our road to recovery and the thoughts I have along the way.....

Monday, February 20, 2006

Day 91 - Tempus Fugit

How times flies. Three months since the stroke, and I can't even begin to assimilate all the changes that have happened, from those initial moments of fright, the tears, the worry, the laughter and so many other emotions too.

Right now, after the wedding we are on a high of course, and the comfort that our marriage brings both of us will continue. In a sense, after all that has gone before we are now much closer as a family, and for me that is the best feeling. The girls have grown up a lot in the last few months, learning little by little to accept more responsibility and to adopt a very mature attitude to all that is happening around them. Of course we all have our stressed moments, that is understandable, but i don't think one would find two better kids in the way they have dealt with everything.

Each day we discover something new about cleo's stroke, in the way it has affected her, or how she is recovering. This weekend we have accepted that there may well be some effects that we had not considered before. cleo remarked to me today that she finds herself more clumsy now, and i think that perhaps that is the case. Furthermore I think that cleo has a problem with concentrating, although i believe this may be improving, and her immersing herself in pc games and some web design will certainly help this.

There are of course the leftover emotional moments but they are far fewer now than they were some weeks ago, and so there is improvement on that score too.

I am still tired, although it's nothing I cannot deal with and a good sleep this week after work will cure most of that.

WE have settled into a routine again, and while its very different of course from what we had before the stroke, I see no reason to believe that we cannot continue to operate as a normal family.

Did I say normal? To paraphrase Sarah's speech at the wedding we have an expensive 11 year old, and even more expensive 17 year old, and an extortionate mother. All three are good at spending money and no wheelchair is going to stop that.

As a family we are not normal, we are unique, and I am proud to be part of it.

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