Stroke equipment by a stroke warrior

General

How I came to love my damaged brain: The ancient stroke story and a newly-improved ancient stroke story.

Could things have turned out differently? Perhaps. Normally, the brain surgeons would have had “the Merci Retrieval System an FDA-cleared device for restoring blood flow in the neurovasculature by removing blood clots in patients experiencing ischemic stroke”. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2TNz-TniIA). Or, if after the car accident, I would have gone to the ER and complained about my…

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How I came to love my damaged brain

My pre-Stroke tragedy On a Thursday afternoon, August 14 2008, a young woman on hercellphone ran a stop sign and smashed her blue car into the driver’sside of my white minivan. My three daughters were secured in their carseats in the back. All that I had to secure me during the crash was afaulty seat…

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My paradise, vol 2

Well, the teenager went off to California to road trip. My hippy friend was a over-grown angst teenager; He wanted to slacked-off. So, I decided that I want to wrestle with the Tennessee field stones, crushed-up gravels and a huge enormous bag of pebbles. In May 2020, I dragged cardboards out of my neighbor’s garden…

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I don’t need any pity

When I woke up from my coma, which lasted 6 days, I didn’t need any pity. Sure, I was clueless about my catastrophic massive stroke. However, I didn’t know who I was. I mean. Literally. Who am I? I didn’t know who I am. I didn’t know what place this hospital room was. I didn’t…

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My paradise (my garden)

I and my friend, John Wolf, and a grumpy teenagers hauled cardboard, fruit saplings, huge boulders, river stones and Tennessee field stones to build a sanctuary for little birds, angry whistle pigs, a perfect-setting for a turtle and me. I wondered if my AlonTree’s products contribute as I hopped from stone to stone, balancing my…

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Just imagine what the nurses are going through…

I just went to my afternoon walk. I put on my mask and away I went on two miles of bumpy pavements, uphills & downhills. Ashevillians walking around on the Main Street. Nothing protecting them just bare skin. One of them could have been the silent carrier. I thought to myself, how the hell are…

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Being here

I have been on an epic rollercoaster, known as my life. Let me delved into a Zen Buddhist koan about a person walking through the jungle and he see a ferocious tiger bounding after the man. Suddenly, he trip and falls over the edge of the ravine. He grabs a root as he free-falls. There…

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The four fatalities of my adult life

My ex-wife divorced me one year after my stroke, took away my children, and my livelihood.  My massive stroke took away the use of the right side of my body, and I was mute. Experiencing just one of the above events would have melted the pre-stroke Alon into an anxious numb entity. What’s changed?  I…

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Neuroplasticity

In 2008, I had a catastrophic massive stroke in the left hemisphere of my brain due to a car accident. I was 40 years old but  I couldn’t talk, write, or access my short-term memory.  I couldn’t use the right side of my body. My damaged brain’s map couldn’t access the muscle groups in my…

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The child with cerebral palsy and me

On Tuesday, I was sitting inside the San Antonio airport terminal. A little girl with cerebral palsy walked by with her family. She was pushing her four-wheeled posture control walker* as she crossed the aisle in the terminal. The little girl made a beeline right towards me and put her arms around me. She hugged…

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