As far as I know,Recognizing anniversaries is something humans have done since the distribution of calendars. Even the people who would make notches for each sunset were counting day, but without necessarily understanding when the began. If I were making notches gor each day, it would be 2190 sunsets since my stroke. I’ve learned so much about myself, my grit, my family, and my friends over the past 6 years. I’ve been sober for all 6 years; in my past life, I drank a lot, In hindsight it masked symptoms that might’ve prompted me to seek answers from a Doctor. I often wonder what treatment a doctorI would suggest. Had having a vascular surgeon opene up my skull to “fix” the bleed, And what damage could’ve been risked by undergoing such a procedure, even prescriptions for blood pressure.I once even joked about high blood pressure when a mosquito bite led to excessive bleeding down my leg only a week before the stroke. Absolutely everything changed that day. My dream job went away. The rented home of dreams. I even lost a few friends, and especially my life of independence, comfort, pride,and even some friends I haven’t seen, or consistently heard from for 6 long years pride; all lost or forever altered. The only thing gained in these past years have been a set of friends I’ve made in physical, occupational, and speech therapists and the caregivers, and fellow patients I’ve crossed paths eith. People that if I’d met them under other circumstances I’d be a better person having them as friends.
