October 11/365 Not This, Please

I watched the small strokes cascade through my father, robbing him in small nibbles of speech, of control over his mouth, of the strength of his grip. I watched the horror and fear grow in his eyes, as I sat in the hospital room with him, while my mother talked with the doctor in the hall. Dad had gone off Coumadin recently, thanks to uncontrolled hematomas, but now the little machine of his artificial heart valve was throwing out clots, and each one was causing tiny strokes in his brain. They could do nothing to stop this, without causing massive bleeding. He was unable to tell us anything clearly from that point on, but during the weeks he lingered, when he was lucid, his eyes raged at us.

In my list of fearful ways to leave this world, having your abilities stripped away by strokes sits near the top.


4 thoughts on “October 11/365 Not This, Please

  1. This is pretty much exactly what I have watched for the last three weeks (though it was one huge stroke that progressed). Thank goodness it was only three weeks.


  2. Oh, I’m so sorry. I imagine this would be truly terrifying for both the person experiencing it and for everyone witnessing it.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s