June 8, 2022
On June 8, 2020, I had a stroke around 1:00 PM. I wrote about this before, so that I won’t cover it again. For me, today is like July 4 or Halloween Day.
I spent today thinking about that day. What happened to me? Why did it happen? It seems that there are no reasons. It just did.
Two years ago, on June 8, 2020. I had the stroke one hour after I had a hot dog at Depot Dogs in Harsham, MA.
Today I went to have lunch with my wife and eat hot dogs at the same place. This time no stroke. Yes, I worry about superstition.
For the second year, I was in Cape Cod on June 8 since I had a stroke.
Many of my friends who have aphasia do what I do. They talk about “The Day.” We have thought about where we are since I had that day.
I think about where I am today and thank God that he took care of me. Why did I not do it the day before when I was alone? Why did it not happen while I drove to Cape Cod?
I think about the language issues that I have. Doing flash cards that my wife went through them every day for two months and driving me to therapy twice a week—spending the day figuring out how this aphasia works.
Two years and a lot of progress have happened, and every day will be more days ahead with my friends who help me get to this.
Thanks for June 8 day. It is good for me.