I had a stroke last week.
I was trying to find a different way to start this blog, but writing my way in felt disingenuous. So there it is, today’s fun-filled topic.
But I’m not talking about the stroke as such. I want to talk about stories.
When the ambulance took me away, I didn’t know when I’d see my wife again. In pandemic 2020 you can’t have someone with you, and so through all the tests and waiting and fear, I was alone and she was at home in a frenzy of worry because she had no way to know what was going on.
I’m home now, and I’m okay. I have physio and tests ahead but I’ll be fine. My wife is exceptionally patient, kind, caring, and funny. I’m in good hands.
You know what got me through that lonely, scary time? Words.
My wife stayed awake all the first night, texting me to check on me and reminding me how strong I am. She also reminded me how much she needs her buddy-in-all-things. She’d packed me a bag before the ambulance took me away and included clothes and snacks and my writing stuff. And it occurred to me that bag and her words to me represent our story—what we know and treasure about one another, especially in times of conflict. Creating that kind of story with someone is incredibly special. She was there every step of the way, lending me her strength and holding me up with her love. Without her…well, I can’t imagine.
And beyond that, I used words and stories in other ways. I watched Disney movies on my iPad—stories of redemption and finding your path and overcoming the odds. I talked to the nurses and asked them questions—how long had they been nurses? What trips got cancelled? Do they like root beer? Turns out one likes strawberries but doesn’t like anything strawberry flavoured. Another thinks her soon to be husband bought lots of duct tape for bondage play. One has her whole life at work—no social life except at work, and she likes it that way. “No responsibility” that way.
And I finally took the time to get my own proposal for my next book done. I did research and considered conflict and what I want the tone of the series to be. I wrote it and sent it to Robyn to pick apart. I also continued reading the research on my work in progress and making notes. I cuddled Sadness (see photo above) and kept rereading the note my wife had tucked into her arms, which she had delivered to me at the hospital. I chatted briefly with my bestie who offered up words of love and sarcasm, just as a bestie should. All words that reminded me I wasn’t alone.
When things were at their worst, when I was afraid and crying and alone, when I didn’t know what was happening, I turned to stories and love to keep me going. Other’s stories as well as my own. And my personal story isn’t done yet either. I kept thinking about my wife and all the things we still have to do together. I thought about the trips we need to take, about our business plans, about our hugs and laughter and often inappropriate jokes. I thought about our decision to always do things when we have the chance (and to make those chances happen) because you never know when you’re out of time…
And so my story, our story, continues. I am so, so grateful to still be here and to have the chance to spend more time with the people I care about. And the power of words never ceases to amaze me. Remember how important your story is, too.
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Holy hell, I’m glad you’re on the road to recovery! I can only imagine how frightening it all must have been for you and Robyn. Betty and I send positive, healing vibes as best we can. May you continue on the road to recovery.
Thanks so much, Carolyn. It was scary, but together we’re oak. 😁
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I am so glad you’re in good hands and things are solid. ❤ to you both.
Thank you, lovely.
WOW!! What a beautiful and powerful and insightful response to what had to be a terrifying and life altering event for both of you. The strength and courage on both your parts is impressive and inspiring. I’m so sorry you had to go through it and am so glad you are okay and on the way, it sounds like, to a full recovery, and I think it’s amazing what you were able to do with it all, even in the midst of fear and the unknown. It sounds as though you got a lot of potential character research from your conversations with the nurses and came through the experience with a deeper understanding of stories and the power of words. I wonder how many people could turn such an experience into something so incredibly powerful. And I LOVE that you wrote a new book proposal in the middle of the whole thing as well as continued your research on your wip. You are truly amazing! ❤ Take good care of yourself. I'm glad you have someone as special as Robyn to love and care for you through it all.
You are, as always, a true inspiration and powerful role model to so many of us.
Thank you, Jeannie. I think it’s important to learn what we can while in the midst of the storm and try to take those silver linings and make something of them.
And I’m insanely lucky to be with someone who has my back the way she does. 😁
I have no words. I’m sending you continuous love and caring hugs. ❤❤
This is such a shock!
Introspection and clarity are a gift when scary things happen and your writing shows it. I love how you turned to words during all of this. And everyone should have a wife like yours!
Sending you lots of healing thoughts and wishes for a speedy recovery.
Thank you, and I totally agree. ❤️
Sending you healing thoughts and love for a speedy recovery xx
What a blessing you two found each other.
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