The Stroke

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Oh man. The teenie-tiny blood clot that changed my life. The dead brain tissue that changed my gait, balance, strength and mind. That millisecond that changed my school plans, delaying that perfect life I have been planning with my husband since our second date.

Long story short here’s how this nightmare can happen. Ready? I was in a car accident. Not a total job, but a good sideswipe. That good sideswipe tore a pair of arteries that supply my brain with blood. For those of you not educated in the anatomy of arteries let me give you a quick lesson. There are layers to an artery. The inner-most layer is made up of smooth tissue that blood cells just slide right off of. If you tear the inner most layer, it exposes a middle rougher layer that blood doesn’t slide right off of. Blood can accumulate on this layer, and develop clots. Those clots can break off and travel up into the brain. There you have it folks. How a perfectly healthy 30 year old can go and have a stroke.

Crazy.

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Welcome

Hello! I’m Coco! I am 30 and a stroke survivor. Last August, after a fabulous vacation, I got into a car accident. It was rather benign at the time (or so I thought), but after a week of the most awful headaches an unbelievable thing happened: I was diagnosed with a stroke. It was the most surreal experience of my life. The hospital experience was unreal, but the time healing at home was the best experience of my life. I started off B.S. (before stroke) as a small girl in a big world, unsure of myself and where I fit in. A.S. Has been the most liberating experience of my life. In the course of 2.5 months I have evolved into a strong, confident and (more) secure person. The stroke has pushed me in ways nothing else could.

This blog is about the trials and tribulations of a young women just making life happen after having her world turned upside down by a medical condition. There is a quote that has stuck with me through all of this “we either make ourselves miserable or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same”. Truer words were never spoken. I choose strong. I hope this little blog will inspire the same in you.
Coco