Category: Resilience

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Realizing Life’s Value: Lessons from a Simple Program

Sometimes, the most unusual things can teach us significant lessons, especially when they seem entirely unrelated to the big picture. For me, this lesson came from thinking about my life span, sparked by a programming assignment.

I’ve been learning Python through Udemy courses. One assignment really stood out: we had to write a program calculating how many weeks we’d have left if we lived to be 90 years old. This idea was inspired by Ryan Phillips’ blog, “My Life in Weeks.”

After submitting my assignment, which passed despite being slightly different from my professor’s example, I felt proud. As someone a bit anxious about forgetting the purpose of the code, I use comments (marked with #xxxx) to explain my code. But the real shock came when I entered my age into the program. Seeing the number of weeks I had left, presented so bluntly by my creation, was startling. It made the concept of time much more tangible than considering years or months. This sudden realization of time’s limit hit me harder than ever before.

This experience made me reflect on how one’s perspective on life can be dramatically reshaped by the experience when faced with its fragility. I remembered how I almost lost my husband once, which profoundly changed my outlook on life. I once read a suggestion to write one’s obituary as a way to appreciate every moment. That day, I learned never to take the presence of loved ones for granted, prompting me to spend more quality time with my husband.

Realizing that time is precious, I began considering how I spend it. The thought of reading just one book a week made me sad, especially since I had been struggling with undiagnosed vision problems that made reading difficult and caused headaches without my understanding of why. This realization that I needed glasses for reading was a wake-up call about paying attention to my health and making the most of the time I have.

As I move forward, the awareness of how scarce time truly is will shape how I plan my weeks. Every moment counts, and it’s important to live fully, appreciate our health, and cherish time with loved ones. This unusual lesson from a programming assignment has profoundly impacted how I view life and prioritize my time, reminding me of the importance of being present and making every week count.

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Relearning to Type After My Stroke

Hello Dear Readers,

Relearning a skill after a life-changing event is physically challenging and emotionally taxing. This has been my reality since experiencing a stroke, which severely affected my ability to type efficiently.

I fondly recall the days when my fingers would effortlessly dance on the keyboard at speeds of up to 200 words per minute. However, I struggle to achieve even a quarter of that pace post-stroke. The reason? My stroke took a toll on my muscle memory and compromised the strength and sensitivity of my left side. These physical limitations and my vivid memories of faster typing days have made the whole experience particularly disheartening.

It’s not merely the slowness but the inaccuracy that accompanies it. Each typo stands as a reminder of the capability I once had and the distance I have yet to cover to regain it. This sense of loss and nostalgia has often tempted me to shy away from the dedicated effort required to reacquire my typing proficiency. Despite these feelings, deep down, I remain hopeful. I believe I can rebuild this skill from scratch with perseverance and consistent effort.

Creating this blog has been a blessing in disguise for my recovery journey. It’s become more than just a platform for me to share my thoughts; it’s my daily typing exercise. I’m determined to challenge myself further by typing with both hands, even if it’s initially slower than just one. The silver lining? While my fingers might have forgotten their dance steps momentarily, my mind hasn’t. I can mentally map the keyboard layout, even if getting my fingers to follow requires deliberate thinking.

 

Day by day, as I write, I can feel the incremental improvements. The small victories, like fewer typos or slightly faster typing speeds, motivate me to persist. Given the time and intention to continue sharing my journey through this blog, I remain optimistic about reclaiming my former typing prowess.

 

I hope my story offers hope for anyone reading this and facing their set of challenges, whether related to a stroke or not. Recovery and relearning might be slow, but with patience and determination, progress is inevitable.

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Navigating Life’s Roadblocks: When Driving Takes a Backseat

Hello Dear Readers,

 

Life is full of twists, turns, and unexpected roadblocks. For me, one of those detours was a stroke that meant I had to relinquish my driving privileges. Let’s be clear – driving with double vision wasn’t an option. Safety First is a motto I stand by. Putting myself and others in danger on the road was simply unthinkable.

 

Coincidentally, my grandfather found himself in a similar situation around my stroke. A man with an unyielding passion for driving, he had reached a point where his ability to navigate the roads had become questionable. Despite the apparent risks, he clung to his independence, holding on to his keys longer than most felt was wise. The family debates over his driving, particularly between him and my mother, were common, filled with arguments and exasperation.

 

Drawing from these familial experiences, when the time came for me to evaluate my driving capabilities post-stroke, I didn’t resist. Admittedly, I didn’t share my grandfather’s fervent attachment to driving, which made my transition easier. For him, driving was more than just a mode of transportation; it was a cherished activity. While I enjoyed the freedom that came with driving, I could let it go without feeling a significant void in my life.

 

Fast forward to today, and I can handle an automatic car safely. There’s a snag, though. My wife and I own just one vehicle, and it’s equipped with a standard transmission. While I’ve come to terms with not being behind the wheel, I can’t help but sometimes feel a pang of guilt. My wife now bears the sole responsibility for our driving needs. She’s the designated driver each time we venture out, whether for grocery shopping, social visits, or appointments. It’s a load I wish I could help carry, even if just occasionally.

 

However, I’m optimistic about the future. The world is on the brink of a transportation revolution. We’re inching closer and closer to the era of fully autonomous cars. Imagine that – vehicles that don’t need human intervention, capable of taking us from point A to B safely and efficiently. Once these vehicles become commercially available, they’ll be game-changers for people like me. Not only will they alleviate the driving responsibility from my wife’s shoulders, but they’ll also restore a measure of the independence I’ve lost. Running errands, visiting friends, or just going for a drive will be unrestricted by my current constraints.

 

To sum it up, life sometimes throws curveballs that unexpectedly alter our paths. While the inability to drive has been a temporary setback, the horizon looks promising. With technological advancements, our roads are set to become more inclusive, ensuring everyone can enjoy the journey, regardless of personal challenges.

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The Paradox of “Luck” in Adversity

Hello, dear readers,

The notion of “luck” has always intrigued me, mainly when presented in the face of challenging circumstances. During my time in rehabilitation following the aftermath of a stroke, I was frequently greeted with comments on how “fortunate” I was to have emerged from the ordeal in the condition that I had. Hearing such statements always provoked mixed feelings within me. While I was grateful for my progress, branding my experience as mere luck seemed a bit off.

 

Think of it this way: surviving a lightning strike might seem fortunate, given the odds. However, the fact that one got struck by lightning in the first place arguably outweighs any perceived “luck” in surviving. In my eyes, I would have considered myself truly lucky if I hadn’t experienced the stroke at all.

 

The interpretation of luck extends beyond just my experiences. My wife, a dedicated professional, often receives comments about how “lucky” she is to have the knowledge and skills she does. Such remarks overlook the countless hours she’s invested in honing her expertise. Dismissing her achievements as mere luck undermines the dedication and hard work she has poured into her craft.

 

I don’t deny that there’s a specific element of fortune in my situation. Yes, things could have been much worse, and I’m grateful for the level of recovery I’ve achieved. However, it’s crucial to acknowledge that this recovery hasn’t been a mere twist of fate. My journey back to health has resulted from relentless effort, countless decisions, and the unwavering support of medical professionals and loved ones.

 

In conclusion, while luck may play a role in our lives, it’s essential to recognize and respect the hard work and decisions behind the scenes that often make the most significant difference.

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Understanding Kidney Function and Body Temperature After a Stroke

Hello Dear Readers,

The kidneys, those bean-shaped organs sitting pretty in our lower back, wear multiple hats when it comes to our body’s overall health. One of their most critical roles is regulating our body temperature. And, if, like me, you’ve faced the aftermath of a stroke, this role becomes even more evident. Post-stroke, I observed a peculiar change: I began to feel colder more easily. The culprit? A compromised kidney function.

The changing of seasons is a beautiful phenomenon to witness. Leaves changing colors, the transition from warm sunshine to chilly breezes, and the metamorphosis of our environment. However, these changes come with unique challenges for someone like me. As the calendar pages turn and the weather adopts a colder temperament, I’m jolted into the realization that my internal thermostat isn’t as reliable as it once was. Now, nature has its way, and human adaptability is a force to reckon with. 

 

My first line of defense against this new-found chill was to invest in a cozy bathrobe, ensuring I stayed warm indoors. And truth be told, it did its job wonderfully. But sometimes, when the cold was particularly nippy, even within the confines of my home, I had to call for backup. Enter the space heater, my trusted ally in my quest for warmth.

 

Yet, during the previous winter, I stumbled upon a revelation. It appeared that simple, short bursts of exercise could amp up my body’s heat production. Who would’ve thought? Not only did this approach provide warmth, but it also complemented my recovery goals. So, every couple of hours, I adopted a routine. A brief interlude of planking became my secret weapon against the cold. Just a minute or so was all it took to get my blood pumping and generate that much-needed warmth.

 

Though no one wishes to be caught in the uncomfortable grasp of cold, there’s a silver lining here. It brought forth an unexpected motivator, propelling me to be more active. While the cold sensation was a byproduct of my compromised kidney function post-stroke, it inadvertently pushed me to incorporate exercise into my routine, yielding multiple benefits.

 

In summary, as daunting as they may appear, life’s challenges often present us with hidden opportunities. Understanding my body post-stroke and adapting to its new needs has been a journey for me. But as with every journey, it’s the lessons learned and the growth experienced that truly matter. Stay warm and stay motivated, dear readers.

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The Unexpected Void: No Near-Death Experience After My Stroke

Hello Dear Readers,

 

As I slowly regained consciousness after a stroke, an unsettling realization hit me: the absence of a transformative near-death experience. Hollywood and literature often depict the brink of death as a pivotal, life-changing moment, pushing individuals toward profound revelations. Regrettably, my own experience did not align with this narrative.

In all honesty, I felt robbed. I anticipated awakening to profound memories or some ethereal journey, only to find none. My reality was akin to a deep sleep – a void, an unremarkable period of nothingness. The cynic in me couldn’t help but think, “Was this it?” This void left me grappling with an unsettling blend of disappointment and uncertainty.

The weight of what I had lost and the unknown ahead weighed heavily on me. But then, an epiphany occurred. It wasn’t through some ethereal journey but a quiet determination bubbling from within. I resolved not to wallow in the absence of a mystical experience but to focus on physical and emotional healing.

The path to recovery was by no means easy. Basic functions like walking became lessons to relearn. These tasks, albeit challenging, became a welcome distraction from the void I felt. They allowed me to refocus my energy from what didn’t happen to what I could make happen.

If my life was to be transformed post-stroke, it wouldn’t be by an elusive near-death experience but by the sheer will and determination emanating from within me. My transformation would be built on perseverance, resilience, and self-belief, not cinematic fantasies.

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Adapting Our Diet After Health Setbacks: A Balance of Needs

Hello, dear readers,

 

My wife and I have faced our fair share of health challenges, and adjusting to each has taught us resilience, adaptability, and the art of finding balance. After I suffered a stroke and was diagnosed with kidney failure, the most immediate and profound change we faced was modifying our diet to fit the new restrictions and nutritional needs.

 

I have always taken pride in maintaining a relatively healthy diet. However, the foods I once thought were nourishing were suddenly unsuitable for my condition. The primary dietary culprit? Salt. Though I never had a penchant for it and rarely added it to my food post-cooking, this seemingly innocuous white crystal now had more prominence in my dietary considerations.

 

While salt was straightforward to identify and reduce, phosphorous was a different challenge. Unlike sodium, phosphorous content isn’t always itemized in products’ nutritional facts. Imagine my surprise when I learned that dark green veggies, generally synonymous with good health, were now off my list due to their high phosphorous content. Cow’s milk, another staple in many households, also joined the list of items to be consumed cautiously.

 

But why this sudden apprehension towards phosphorous? My layman’s understanding of biochemistry provided a somewhat concerning answer. High phosphorous concentrations in the blood can bind with calcium sourced from our bones. Over time, this process can pave the way for osteoporosis – a condition marked by fragile bones. With this knowledge, my wife and I embarked on an exhaustive online research mission. We sought to identify foods that would benefit me and those we’d be better off avoiding.

 

Adapting to these dietary changes felt like we were navigating a minefield. It’s akin to discovering you are allergic to an unspecified food group. It’s challenging, especially when an element like phosphorous is essential for life and can’t be wholly excluded from one’s diet.

 

A new challenge emerged as we diligently started eliminating sodium from our meals. My wife began experiencing symptoms of sodium deficiency. It was a poignant reminder that one size doesn’t fit all, especially regarding nutrition. We had to strike a meticulous balance – ensuring I had minimal sodium intake. At the same time, my wife received adequate amounts to remain healthy.

 

This experience has been enlightening, teaching us about the intricate nuances of food and nutrition. It’s a continuous journey of learning, unlearning, and relearning. But together, we have found a way to tread this dietary tightrope, supporting each other through every bite and every meal.

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Overcoming Double Vision: My Post-Stroke Experience

Hello, dear readers,

After my stroke, navigating through various physical challenges became my new normal. Among these challenges, double vision was a prominent hurdle I confronted. Ironically, it wasn’t me who detected it initially. During my initial days in the rehabilitation center, my loving wife frequently enquired if there were issues with my eyesight. I was overwhelmed with anxiety and preoccupied with relearning basic body functions, so I hadn’t realized this additional problem.

Only after my return home did the symptom of double vision become undeniably evident. Eager to address this, I consulted an ophthalmologist specializing in treating stroke patients. To my dismay, she diagnosed me with a syndrome connected to weakened eye muscles. This led to a disconcerting misalignment, causing my eyes to struggle to focus on a singular point.

The prescribed remedy was a regimen of daily eye exercises, which she mentioned could benefit anyone with aging eyes. The foundational principle of these exercises was relatively straightforward. I would extend one arm, keeping my gaze fixed on one of my fingers. I gradually shifted my arm from side to side, ensuring my eyes constantly trailed the moving finger. This activity was sustained until a palpable strain in my eyes signaled the end of a session.

The true marvel was in the transformation this seemingly simple routine fostered. Within a few weeks, the vexing double vision I was grappling with began to dissipate. And soon, although not perfect, my familiar vision was back.

As I pen this down, I intend to share a personal anecdote and offer a beacon of hope. After all, with resilience and the proper guidance, it’s possible to overcome the challenges life throws our way.

Stay inspired, and remember, every challenge is an opportunity in disguise.

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Crafting My Path: Unveiling My Ten-Week Chess Improvement Strategy

Hello dear readers,

Embarking on a journey of personal growth and skill enhancement, yesterday marked the culmination of my meticulous efforts in drafting a comprehensive chess improvement plan. With the serene ambiance post-dishwashing and the anticipatory aroma of the next day’s coffee setting the stage, I’ve dedicated myself to devoting a substantial 90 minutes each day to the intricate art of chess.

In the vast and intriguing landscape of chess, openings form the initial steps that lead to the myriad possibilities of the game. Recognizing their significance, I’ve carefully curated a list of 10 esteemed openings, each holding the potential to unravel new layers of strategic depth. The intriguing aspect of this endeavor is not just the diversity of the openings but the systematic approach I’ve adopted to study them. Every week, a selected opening from the list becomes the focal point of my exploration.

Mondays, the heralds of a new week, are dedicated to adjusting a well-structured template study plan, aligning it with the nuances and subtleties of the specific opening chosen. This initial adaptation lays down a solid foundation, facilitating a deeper and more nuanced understanding of the opening throughout the week. From Tuesday to Friday, I diligently adhere to the tailored plan, immersing myself in the intricacies and strategies that each unique opening presents. This structured approach ensures a gradual yet comprehensive grasp of the selected opening, paving the way for mastery.

Weekends bring with them a different flavor to my chess improvement journey. Stepping away from the theoretical and strategic studies, I engage in practical application by playing a game or two against the unrelenting and unbiased computer. This transition from theory to practice is instrumental, as it allows me to witness the real-time application and effectiveness of the strategies I’ve been immersed in throughout the week. The computer, with its calculated precision and absence of human error, serves as a formidable opponent, challenging me to elevate my game.

Spanning across ten weeks, this meticulously crafted plan offers a balanced blend of theory, strategy, and practical application, each component reinforcing the other. As I navigate through the varied openings and adapt my strategies, I am not just learning; I am evolving, refining my approach and enhancing my skills with every passing day. The journey, while demanding, is as enriching as the game of chess itself – filled with endless possibilities, challenges, and moments of triumph.

As the final week approaches and the completion of the ten-week journey is on the horizon, the anticipation builds. With enhanced skills and a plethora of new strategies under my belt, I will start scouting for a local tournament. This will serve as the ultimate testing ground, a platform to apply, assess, and showcase the knowledge and skills I’ve accumulated. The tournament is not just a competition; it’s a reflection of my growth, a manifestation of my dedication, and a testament to the effectiveness of my chess improvement plan.

 

In conclusion, this ten-week chess improvement journey is more than a structured learning experience. It’s a personal endeavor of growth, reflection, and continuous learning. Through a balanced mix of study and practice, adaptation and application, I am not only navigating the complex world of chess openings but also crafting my path towards mastery. As I look forward to the challenges and triumphs that lie ahead, I am reminded that, like chess, life too is a game of endless possibilities and strategic moves.

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Journey to Independence: Managing Medication after a Stroke and Kidney Failure

Hello dear readers,

Embarking on a journey of recovering and adjusting after being diagnosed with kidney failure and experiencing a stroke, one of the first tasks I embraced was refilling my pillbox, a responsibility my loving wife initially shouldered. Medicine became routine in the dawning days of this journey, marking my mornings and nights with the regularity of a ticking clock. It was my wife who, with tender care, refilled the pillbox and managed the reordering of the medicines as the need arose.

As the weeks unfolded and I became more acclimated to being back in the familiar surroundings of our home, I began assisting my wife with this task. With keen eyes and an attentive mind, I observed her process, anticipating the day I would take on this responsibility. My wife, the pillar of support she’s always been, patiently guided me and watched as I took tentative steps in managing my medication.

After observing her meticulous process for a few weeks, it was my turn to step into the spotlight. My wife watched as I took the reins, and upon being satisfied with my proficiency, she entrusted me with this task, allowing me the freedom to manage it on my own schedule. Thursdays suited me best for this task. The reason being, while refilling, I could assess if any prescriptions needed replenishment. Placing an order on Thursday meant we could conveniently pick up the medicines from the pharmacy over the weekend.

My strategy to ensure the accurate refilling of my pillbox is methodical yet straightforward. I begin by emptying the small storage box containing the myriad of medicine bottles. As I allocate a pill from each bottle into the designated day compartment of the pillbox, I return the bottle to its abode in the storage box, continuing this process until each bottle has been attended to. The final step in my routine involves a swift count of the pills in each compartment before sealing them securely. This meticulous count ensures that no pill has found its way into the wrong compartment, maintaining the order crucial for my health.

Over the past couple of years, this process has seen only minimal changes. The most notable difference is the shift in the pharmacy we use and our preference for delivering the medicines to our doorstep. This convenient service means our weekends are no longer marked by trips to the pharmacy, allowing us more leisurely time together.

The journey through stroke recovery and managing kidney failure has been marked by adaptation and learning. Taking over the responsibility of refilling my pillbox has been a significant step towards independence, symbolizing my ability to manage aspects of my care. While the routine is simple, it signifies a triumph, a small victory in my journey toward autonomy and well-being.

I hope to inspire and encourage others to navigate similar paths by sharing this. The road to recovery and adjustment is paved with small victories, each step marking progress and growth. Here’s to celebrating every achievement, no matter how small, and embracing the journey with hope and resilience.