My grandmother suffered a stroke in her 60's(don't know her exact age). I was 14 years old. She was paralyzed on her right side, able to shuffle with a walker and could not speak understandable words. She lived with us for several years. I remember her writing illegibly on envelopes and trying to mail them with no letter inside. All this was very sad and telling. Her stroke had destroyed many parts of her brain but there were still areas that had some function. Six years later she died having never recovered any function.
My mother had a massive stroke at age 78. She died a day later and I remember being grateful that she had not had too suffer as my grandmother had suffered.
I guess this is all pretty grim stuff, but now we come to me. I hope to never have a stroke, but it is possible. I have taken my medications faithfully, exercised daily and eaten in a somewhat healthy fashion. If it comes, I hope it is massive or mild enough for some recovery. If worst comes to worst, I ask for no extraordinary measures and hope that what remains in me are snippets of good memories for I have many.
