On June 8th, I found myself in a hospital in Boston.
Tuesday, and I had just woken from my stroke (although I did not know that) on Monday. I had no idea what was going on. My wife Becky has not been able to get back to us because of Covid-19.
The doctors met with me and told me a lot of questions. I tried but could not very well, and I did not have much to add. I was still pretty tired and slept most of the night.
By Wednesday, Becky was to see me. Becky told me I had a stroke and that I had aphasia, a condition that limits his ability to speak. She told me that there would be a few days in the hospital to work on the next steps. I think she was more afraid than I did.
Becky also told me about what happened on Monday. I had found myself on the patio chair listening to music. I was not conscious. Becky immediately called 911, and the EMT urgently took me to the hospital. The doctors realized it was a stroke. It seemed that a TIA (transient ischemic attack), a temporary blockage of blood flow to the brain. The doctors discussed with Becky, and she agreed, the administration of the lifesaving drug, TPA. The result worked; the clot dissolved.
I do not remember much at the hospital. On Friday this week, we moved to rehab at Spaulding in East Sandwich. Another EMT ride back to Cape Cod!
