One thousand four hundred forty minutes.
Nine years ago today, on World Stroke Day, my stroke went undiagnosed for over twenty-four hours. Two million brain cells die every minute during stroke. I am different now — and I am better every single day.
Some of you know, others may not. Nine years ago today on WORLD STROKE DAY (I know), October 29th, my stroke was diagnosed by an amazing ophthalmologist, Thomas Claringbold, D.O., after the hospitals — yes, HOSPITALS, plural — sent me home.
Did you know that two million brain cells die every minute during stroke, increasing risk of permanent brain damage, disability or death? My stroke was undiagnosed for over twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours in a day. One thousand four hundred forty minutes.
Brain cells — ah, who needs 'em?
I am different. I talk slower. I process things slower. I am completely blind in both eyes on the right. I can't drive. I have a hard time holding on to details or too much information given to me all at once. I can no longer do math. (To clarify, Mr. Schmittner, I still know HOW to do math, I can no longer hold onto the numbers to get to the end of the equation.)
Fine motor stuff is tough. I can no longer "fix" my hair. Applying make-up is difficult. Chores take longer, and I prefer to eat foods that don't require utensils as they are a bit challenging.
There is a happy ending though. I am better. Every single day and God had more for me to do.
I believe He wants me to share this information with you, and so I will, on the anniversary of my stroke and anytime someone has a few moments to listen to my story.
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Written by
Christine Smith
Content creator and writer sharing insights and stories.
