Rehabilitation Equipment for Stroke Injury by Stroke People

My superior longitudinal fasciculus in my left brain had this trouble: it couldn’t function because my blood clot exploded right in its face. Imagine this: a grenade going boom in a bunker. My superior longitudinal fasciculus was the superhighway of my working memories, my short term memories, my entire language system, my grammatical system, my…

And, you said, “What? I am NOT an angel.” “But, you are!” “No,” you said, unsure of what I’m saying to you. “Look at the wings!” I said. “What do you mean by ‘wings’?” you said, taking backwards steps. “Those wings that are growing from upper back,” I said gesturing to your feathery wings. “You…

You are the Stoke Hero. Do what you can do. Everyone has their own unique expression. Loving baby-steps. You are NOT on the stopwatch approach. You are NOT on the robotic approach. You are NOT on the physician’s plateau You are a child-like being; be playful, be curious, be watchful, be emphatic about yourself &…

I suffered a catastrophic massive stroke. Years ago, my OTs pretended that I was ‘doing’ my affected arm & hand during hand rehabilitation with my mind whereas OTs (secretly) put my palm & forearm in pressure points controlled by… my OTs’ hands. Anyway, my rehab center cost too much. My Medicare bought me a SaeboReach.…

Baby steps are measured in months and years. Mademoiselle Violin decided she was going to pick up the violin and, what-the-heck, play it. What’s transcribed in her YouTube video is magical and shows hard work (conquers all!). I have been doing ecstatic dance for some time now.  Recently, a guy from my ecstatic dance came…

This memory poem is about how I stayed at CarePartners, a hospice center, when I suffered the consequences of the stroke.

My energy (Ki) flows down my motor system in my brain carried my nerves system into my shoulder, arm, wrist, hand and thumb & fingers’ muscles & ligaments. This happens to me over four years (& counting). I can see my energy like a waves pushing a little bit of tiny sands up onto a…

I knew about aphasia when I read it in neurologist Oliver Sacks’s The Man Who Mistook His Wife for Hat having read it in high school.   But, really, aphasia is got to be a 80s arcade game. Serious.

Aphasia is the name given to a collection of language disorders caused by damage to the brain.[1][2] A requirement for a diagnosis of aphasia is that, prior to the illness or injury, the person’s language skills were normal (for developmental language disorders, see specific language impairment). The difficulties of people with aphasia can range from occasional trouble finding words…

Your brain is a command center issuing commands to the army (your body). Some terrorist blew out one room, maybe, three rooms with a grenade. Imagine, “some terrorist” is the blood clot. The “grenade” is the damage done by the blood clot to your host of your neuron cells. No one has the answers to…

In October, 2008, about two months before my coma, I wrote this letter to my old friend.     I looked at your photos… you look so happy! Your eyes are on fire. It brought me back to the time you took me to dinner in Boston for my birthday and we spoke about me becoming…

This video was taken in 2015.