My encounter with stroke… Part 1 (A true story)

Honey, I am dizzy!

These words will always haunt me, as these where the words that would change my life forever.

In my usual fashion, I am always eager to tell a good story, as it happened, and in most cases how I would have wanted it to happen, but in this case, I would rather it never happened at all. But hey, if we each could choose our destinies, we’d all be multi billionaires with our personal islands.

It was like every other day, I went to work, the kids went to school, my wife tended to her business, and at day’s end, we all came back home to take stock of how the day went, but the events that would follow proved this was not the average day to which we had all grown accustomed.

I had just switched on the generator, and was making my way back into the house from the backyard, I remember suddenly feeling tired and heavy at the same time, I managed to get into the house, but my fatigue got worse, I felt out of breath, I saw my wife and remember saying “Honey, I am dizzy” and that was it, when I opened my eyes, I was trying to remember what happened.

This part is very important, it was a total out of body experience, I realized that death can be filled with regret, of things not done and words not said.

I saw my wife crying, I saw my children weeping, I saw the pain in their eyes, I saw my lifeless body as they tried to revive me, and the more I tried to reach out to them, the farther they became, it was like my struggle to reassure them, pushed them away, and then I was not alone, I saw loved ones I had lost, they stood beside me, no words were said, my whole life flashed before me, I wept, then the fear set in. Was this how I was going to die?

One of those who stood by me was a colleague who had died years ago, her name was Esther, she had passed away during child birth, she was a dear friend of my wife’s, she told me this was not my time, she said “You are still needed” she smiled and walked away. My uncle who had died when I was still in the university, stood by me and simply said: ‘You still have time”. And then I was alone, and everything went dark.

I saw my wife, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, but she managed a smile, I remember seeing her lips move, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying, I tried to speak, but I couldn’t move my lips, I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t move any part of my body, all I could do was blink, and suddenly I began to panic, my breathing became labored, I passed out again.

I eventually regained consciousness, but I could barely move, it was like there was a concrete slab resting on me, I could move my head, raised it a little to look down at my body, I tried to move my hands, I couldn’t. I tried to move my legs, I couldn’t either, the scary part was that ,in my mind, these body parts where moving. In reality, however, they were still, I was scared out of my mind.

I had various tests carried out on me, I had an MRI, a CT scan, an ECG, an EEG, an ECHO test, it was torture, my mind raced, and my main fear was what the tests would reveal, the results began coming in, and the summary was there is only minimal damage, at least some good news.

TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK

Arome Ameh (AKA The Priest)

Arome Ameh is a former Banker turned Screen Writer/Producer/Blogger. He has written/produced both True Life/Fictional Stories/documentaries Via his blog www.ameharome.WordPress.com and on TV/Youtube.

Arome Ameh is a former Banker turned Screen Writer/Producer/Blogger. He has written/produced both True Life/Fictional Stories/documentaries Via his blog www.ameharome.WordPress.com and on TV/Youtube.

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