TITLE: My Life as a Cat- part two
By Alison Greenberg
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It was a bright, sunny, summer day filled with promise. I awoke at 8:00 a.m. with a huge headache, then rolled over to try to get more sleep. I usually slept late during my summer vacation as a teacher.
As I got up to go to the restroom, my legs buckled under me. I tried to get up but my legs would not obey. It was as if my body couldn't hear my thoughts. I tried to pull myself up on a nearby chair, then a bedside table, both times to no avail. My left arm was twitching. I yelled for help as my children slept peacefully across the hall. My nine-year-old daughter came running to ask me what was wrong.
"Get your father, quick!" I yelled but it came out all slurry. My husband was at my side in an instant calling 911. "My wife is having a stroke!" I heard him explain. When the ambulance came. the technician told me, "Don't be afraid. Everything will be alright." I knew she was lying.
When we got to the hospital, doctors asked me if I'd fallen previously. "Check her body for bruises!" the doctor yelled. The doctors were completely stumped. I was 44 years old, low blood pressure, low cholesterol and body weight- in very good health. They told my husband that an artery had split and blood had flooded my brain, carrying pieces of the artery with it. They told him that I would not likely live through the night unless they relieved the pressure on my brain. They suggested a risky surgery that they couldn't guarantee wouldn't end up with me dying on the table. I was glad to be unconscious. They wanted to take a piece of my skull out of my head. I knew the head shave would not be pretty. My 12-year-old son prayed that night as did my husband. I came through the surgery with flying colors but have still altered my life seven years later. On this occasion. there would be no walking out to my waiting parents. Mom was dead and it took me six weeks of rehab to learn to walk again. Through this experience, I started by being angry with God(I wrote a song at the hospital). I eventually am accepting this new life of mine, though My left arm is paralyzed and I've had to quit working and driving. I am blind on my left side, and have just recently praised God that my seizure disorder is under control after three years of grand-mal seizures.
I lost my singing voice because of the tubes in my throat, but God is restoring that in me. I sing with my praise band at church each Sunday. My Christian sisters always get me to rehearsal and services. I pray for complete recovery but know that God has a plan for me no matter what happens. In the meantime, like Hannah in 1st Samuel, I will give Him a sacrifice of praise!
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