Five years ago last week, I got the call no one wants. The phone rang and I forwarded the call. It rang again and I forwarded the call. It rang a third time and I forwarded the call. I was busy and on a meeting. I was an hour away from home and I finally answered on the last call. Slurred speech. “I’m having a stroke.”
Those hours that were really minutes ticked very slowly as I drove safely but well over the speed limit to get to the hospital. Everything flashed through my mind. Death. Disability. Anger. Fear.
Gratefulness was not in my thoughts or my vocabulary at all at that moment. I was thinking life insurance and telling kids that their father was very ill. A ten day stay in the hospital and months of rehab. No obvious remnants of a stroke. Luck. Gratefulness.