Story
Twelve months ago I suffered a stroke, a blood clot to the right side of my brain. It affected my left side, arm, leg and hand, it also affected my speech. It came out of the blue, I had no warning, it just happened. I had never really thought about strokes or their victims before this, I had always considered myself as a fit and healthy person but when this happened to me it changed my life and my family’s life in an instant. To suddenly lose the use of certain parts of your body was very frightening for all of us, I remember thinking, "when’s the next one coming" and "will it be fatal?" I didn’t want to be left by myself, and no one wanted to leave me by myself. I felt a mess and to be honest I fell apart for a while.
When I arrived in hospital the stroke team were fabulous and all over me, the care was first class (Worcester Hospital Stroke Ward), then on discharge the Local Stroke Community team were in touch and doing home visits offering all sorts of support.
Though love and support from my wife, family and the stroke team I started my journey of recovery, each small step was celebrated and marked as a milestone. Now 12 months on I feel well and in a better place.
I can never thank my wife, family and friends that helped me enough, but I can try and raise money for the stroke association that help so many rebuild their lives when stroke hits.
So, if you see me or my wife running the roads (in our stroke vests) in training for the Liverpool Rock’n’Roll 10k run on the 24th October 2021 give us a wave or pip your horn, all the support is appreciated and will help raise awareness of stroke victims.
Thank you for taking time to read my story.