I was living life fully loaded: teaching opportunities were suddenly plentiful, spending time with family and friends was a joy, and getting ready for anther year of CBS was just around the corner. I had lots of ideas and plans and life was full. I was happy.
Then, I had a stroke.
Yep. You read that right. I can’t believe it either.
I’m too young for a stroke. I’m perfectly healthy. What!?! Even the doctors had no answers to explain why this had happened,
First, I am very thankful for my husband who was home and knew what to do, for medical skill and TPA. Miraculous. I am grateful for my family, who were ready to help and very present. And I am forever thankful that after a short two days in the hospital, I am minimally affected and will do my best to help my brain re-do any necessary connections.
That’s the easy part.
The rest of it is more complicated.
Answering the questions surrounding the event will take longer than recovering from it. Suddenly my life is both precious and peculiar. It’s precious because I (again) have confronted serious illness and survived. It’s peculiar because, for the second time, doctors are completely without suggestion as to the cause of this. Stay tuned.
I simply continue to trust. It’s funny that one who talks a lot about faith would find herself saying that I must simply trust. I would have always said that was true of me. I’m beginning to understand that my idea of trust and God’s…are a little different.
I’m listening God.
“The LORD will fulfill his purpose for me; your love, O LORD, endures forever – do not abandon the works of your hands.” Psalm 138:8