QUOTE(stargelman @ Sep 14 2014, 05:13 AM)

Wow. Just wow. Awesome!
Welcome back mAlx! It's good to see you're still with us! We were worried sick, you know!
Hope your health soon improves further so that you can do more on your own, and hope that your hubbie finds a good, lasting job soon!
Again, welcome back!
Thank you so much, Starge! I appreciate that, and join you in that hope!
The physical return has been slow, there are no compensations and/or work-arounds to make that progress any speedier. Lots of time and a lot of physical therapy seems to be the only avenue of recovery physically, no shortcuts there.
The worst for me is the memory issues. I can't remember a verbal conversation as I'm having it, have to keep finding ways to (hit the refresh button) prod my mind to finish a sentence.
Written communication is easier because there are work-arounds. I can re-read (repeatedly) what I am trying to answer and what I have said so far. I have trouble remembering words and spellings, but can access a dictionary/thesaurus/or ask my husband what word I'm looking for or how to spell it. It is slow, but do-able.
Catching up on the Fics is the hardest thing I'm doing right now, I have to re-read each paragraph repeatedly to absorb anything. It is limiting progress (for anyone whose Fic I haven't reached yet). Right now I am catching up page 2 of the boards, (On Vera's story, DE!).
There is one upside; at least I consider it a good thing = one thing this stroke did not take from me:
My unconquerable spirit.
There is a poem my father gave me when I was fourteen years old, I have lived by its message since. It has pulled me through every trial in my lifetime. Anyone who read my story will recognize this as Uriel Septim's inspirational message to Maxical, but the poem is actually Invictus, by William Ernest Henley.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
I hope if anyone else on here has tribulations (they are afraid may overwhelm them), that they remember these words and find the strength to come back against any adversity. They kept me going when I would have given up many times throughout my life, but most especially this past year.