

okay, it is christmas soon and not nice to talk about illness these days, so let's keep this short. Here is what happened the other day:
On November 21 I had an appointment downtown at my doctor's office for a regular check-up, one I always have every 4 weeks. I was downstairs in my parents' apartment to dress up (my dad needed to give me a ride as I still can't see enough to drive on my own). I don't recall what happenend then, bu my mom told me much later that I suddenly wore training pants (for a doc's vidit, yeah right). She asked me something but I stared "through her", not reacting at all, then I collapsed into her arms. My parents called 112 (=911 emergency call) and I was rushed to hospital. MRI etc, all was done- On the way to hospital I cramped two times.. They found out I had a stroke in my brain. I spent one whole week on the ICU, the drugs giving me the worst nightmares in my life (don't ask, it was bad), my parents were worried about my survival until the docs gave good news on day 4 that I would most probably make it.
After one week I was released to the "regular" stroke unit and spent 2 weeks there...until I was released.
So all in all I spent 3 weeks in hospital after a stroke that thank goodness did not do any harm to my physical or mental abilities (well, with the latter you never know...

I got new friends in hospital. I had one of the best phone calls ever while I lay in hospital bed, thank you, Dave.
I got your card today, Charlie, and never apologize again, my friend

I'm alive. I can walk and I can speak. And I love these ol'guy<s of U2. I am so grateful. And S04 will kick out Real

Enough of sadness. In a few days it will be 4 months since Emiel made one step closer to knowing. The fest of love without him for his family and for us, for the first time without him around.. Always in our hearts. The pain subsides, the love will always remain
