{"id":689,"date":"2012-08-02T21:44:27","date_gmt":"2012-08-03T03:44:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mceachernfamily.com\/blog\/?p=689"},"modified":"2012-08-02T21:44:27","modified_gmt":"2012-08-03T03:44:27","slug":"five-years-ago-today","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.mceachernfamily.com\/blog\/2012\/08\/five-years-ago-today.html","title":{"rendered":"Five Years Ago Today&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today probably would have passed just like any other day and I would have gone through it without giving it much thought if it wasn&#8217;t for the reminder from Jen. This was no ordinary day for her but a day to breathe a huge sigh of relief. As she wrote,<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Whew.<\/p>\n<p>Did you hear that?<\/p>\n<p>That sound was my whole body exhaling.<\/p>\n<p>Truth be told I\u2019ve been holding my breath for the last five years.<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019ve reached a milestone around here and it\u2019s reason for us to celebrate.<\/p>\n<p>My husband had a stroke at the age of 34 exactly five years ago.<\/p>\n<p>Whenever he talks to doctors they ask, \u201cSo when exactly did you have this stroke?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>My husband hums and haws and mentions something about late 2008.<\/p>\n<p>I allow him to finish and then say, \u201cIt was August 2, 2007. It happened around 9:30 AM. I was wearing a black skirt and green skirt when I got the call. I had a two year old and a five year old at the time.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>She&#8217;s right of course, for some reason I can never recall the exact date when asked and I always feel really stupid that it&#8217;s not something that comes right off my tongue. This is a huge life altering event and I can never remember the date it happened. I may not remember the exact day but I do remember how it happened.<\/p>\n<p>I had finished my morning swim at the gym which consisted of a hard 100 free for time. At the time I was getting ready to complete the US Masters Nationals that were being held in Austin and I was in my taper. (When you transition from going longer workouts to shorter \u00a0faster stuff to get ready to race.) After warming down I took a shower, made my way over to the sinks and started shaving.<\/p>\n<p>I had just started when I had what I can best describe as a sudden massive headache. For a short period of time I lost my sight and couldn&#8217;t see anything and it sounded like my whole head was buzzing. It&#8217;s really hard to describe what the sound was exactly like other then it took over my whole head and I couldn&#8217;t hear anything around me. Fortunately I didn&#8217;t lose my balance or fall down.<\/p>\n<p>Things started to come back in focus and the buzzing in my head slowly started to go away and I remember thinking &#8220;Thank God, that&#8217;s over, wow, was that ever weird.&#8221; I looked down at my hand holding the razor and thought I was going to start shaving again but the razor was positioned really awkwardly in my hand and was starting to slip out of my grasp. I realized at this point I had absolutely no feeling in my arm and no control over what it was doing and watched the razor fall helplessly into the sink.<\/p>\n<p>My vision was still not 100 percent and things seemed horribly out of perspective and it felt as if I was watching a movie and it wasn&#8217;t really happening to me. I sat down on one of the benches by the lockers for a while since I started feeling a little unsteady and after a couple of minutes I started to feel better.<\/p>\n<p>I kept thinking to myself that I have to finish shaving. Half my face is still covered in shaving cream and I&#8217;m going to look really silly if I can&#8217;t get the other half done. I went back to the sink and started to shave when it happened again.<\/p>\n<p>It wasn&#8217;t quite a severe as the first time if that&#8217;s the right way to describe it since I didn&#8217;t have the same degree of vision loss but I lost control of my arm again and watched helplessly as the razor fell back into the sink.<\/p>\n<p>Somehow I managed to finish the job, get dressed, and then if you can believe this, I drove myself to work. To this day I&#8217;m not really sure why I did that instead of going to the hospital. After about 20 minutes of trying to get through email I knew something was not right. My arm felt too heavy for my body and I had a really hard time controlling the mouse and couldn&#8217;t get it to where I wanted it to. I called my doctor&#8217;s office and described what had happened over the phone to the nurse and asked what I should do. She told me to hold and a short time later the doctor came on the phone and said &#8220;Get yourself to a hospital immediately. Don&#8217;t drive yourself, find someone to take you, go now. Tell them you&#8217;ve had a stroke. I&#8217;m calling now and they will be expecting you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I called Jen while I was on the way and I&#8217;m pretty sure that&#8217;s when things went bad for her.<\/p>\n<p>At the hospital they took me right back to the emergency room and started working me over. The test I remember the most was what I call the standard stroke test. Stick out your tongue, squeeze your left hand, squeeze your right hand, push with your left leg, push with your right leg, who&#8217;s the President, what&#8217;s today&#8217;s date, when were you born&#8230; I could answer all the questions fine but when I did the squeeze and push tests it was obvious that my whole right side was very weak.<\/p>\n<p>I stayed in the hospital for a week for more tests, MRI&#8217;s, blood work, ultra sounds, you name it, I had it done. I was put on the stroke floor, given the low salt, low fat, heart healthy diet, categorized as a fall risk (which means I couldn&#8217;t get out of bed to pee without supervision), and to top it off I was the youngest person there by about 40 years. I lost count of how many doctors and nurses stuck there head in and said &#8220;Oh, you&#8217;re the young guy.&#8221; Ya, thanks..<\/p>\n<p>Five years later I&#8217;m thankful I don&#8217;t have any lasting physical effects and I&#8217;m able to enjoy playing with my kids, watching them grow up, and knowing that things could have turned out much differently.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today probably would have passed just like any other day and I would have gone through it without giving it much thought if it wasn&#8217;t for the reminder from Jen. 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