Life begins again

To say my life has been altered since late June when I was StarFlighted to the hospital, all the while on the periferal hearing " He is having a stroke." I am not so certain that a stroke wouldnt not have been preferable to that has to come to light since. And the alteration of what was a fairly quiet, somehat organized life has now been spun on it's ears and is still spinning. There was hope for about a week, while the eggheads were scanning their scans and pushing medicine through me. My Neurosurgen was almost totally convinced there was simply an infection. Even as the Naysayers, the Cancer pronouncers were gathering forces, the lightsight made a valliant effort. I rarely think of the seizure now, apparently the legion in my brain, lord knows how long it lie there with what intent mimiced a stroke very well indeed when it blast off, anouncing it intentions to one and all. I was very much wrapped up in the experience of what came to be known as a seizure had never and sincerely hope to never experience anything like it again. I think of my Father inlaw, he experienced multple sezure later on in his lifeHe was a wonder man, in fact he became a surrogate father for me at least in the short term before we said goodbye.As to my singular sezure experience, no matter how long I live if I never have another that wont be long enough. The best I can describe the entire experience and I am possitive I wont come close. I woke up because I couldnt catch my breath, everything around became distant and amorphous. As the event tightened it's grip on me I could hear my wife, obviously distressed shoughting at me and asking questions while on the telephone to 911. Somehow I thought I could walk it off so I attempted to do just that. I recall nothing in the tunnel I was sliding down into, other than this ongoing repetive rumbling sound ( my labored breathing ) Unknown to me Pammy had me in a Bear Hug the whole time to protect me from my self, all the wile trying to communicate to 911. She and I went down to the floor and the seizure began. I am told the main event while somewhat spectacular was short in duration. I slowly gathering a little awareness about me, enough for me anyway to realize that I was not gonna let the EMT's drag my ass out of my house naked. Priority number one at that point clothing, I had no ability to speak, the right side of my body barely functioned, hence the thought of stroke. No matter the priority was in there amazing, Up I got and kinda after a fashion moved from kitchen to bedroom, much to the consternation of wife and 911 operator. Had I been capable of further thought perhaps a more complete set of clothing, but n0 I had my Boxer Briefes on and I was content. I managed to get into a chair much to Pammy's reliefe and the deluge of medical personnell began in earnest. I was poked and prodded, asked numerous questions for which I had only grunts and attempts at indesipherable words. Convinced of Stroke I was to be wisked away on a helecopter, I have never ridden one and exept for a few scattered images may not as of yet. Upon arrival at the hospital, who is the very person I see? I have no idea how she talked the hospital into allowing her there but when the Gurney hit the ground Erika Jeanne had my hand tight and didnt let go. Today, I will be in the field, working, certainly not at the level I previously demanded of my self, I will howevere be working and as much as I have come to do ok with a manegerial position, hower, Today I work and............Life begins, again.

Always with love,
Tony.