Stroked: a striking of one thing against another; blow or impact of an ax, whip, etc. a sudden action resulting in a powerful or destructive effect.
I am 60 years old. I've been married twice and really never thought I'd be married again. An then on my lat on-line date, I met Bob. He is the dearest, sweetest, most thoughtful man I have ever met. He's 63, balding, white haired and a gentleman. I thank God for Bob. He has made me so happy just in the last 8 months. We are now engaged and plan to be married in the Spring 2010. He is the love of my life.
Then a little over two weeks ago, Bob had a stroke. Our lives changed.
I thought Bob was Superman. So did he. He survived Vietnam with three (3) Purple Hearts!! The man was invincible. So he lived his life like there was no tomorrow. He worked everyday up until his sroke. Now he is alive but he's not the same. So Superman is not infallible.
I guess I created this blog to talk about what we are going through, to visualize the hope and promise that all will be ok and maybe some normal life will return some day. I have hope and I know that our prayers will be answered. We have been stroked. I also want to share my efforts to be Bob's Lois Lane now that he needs kryptonite. I don't know if Lois ever prayed, but I do all the time.
My grandchildren gave me two adorable stuffed animals when I was injured in a fall a couple of years ago. One was a dog and one was a teddy bear. I named them Hope and Courage. They live on my guest room bed. I will always have them with Bob and me.
From the home of Hope and Courage,
Jody
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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