By Angela Ronson: For Entire Post, Go Here…
I was bleeding blood.
I bled so much that I required a transfusion. It was a closed wound injury, so blood was never seen. I just know it ran down my neck. I must have passed it. I was in a coma and did not see.
“Blood ran down your neck,” I heard. This is unusual. In a brain bleed, pressure builds, the brain is smashed down, and with enough blood, the person dies.
There’s a bad brain bleed; stroke. The person is almost dead. There’s a blood vessel defect. Some time passes and there is another bleed. The person passes away this time.
I’m the first sentence. I then broke the cycle. I found a place that would repairdamage and remove the defect. Stanford did it and no one else. There wasn’t another bleed. I wouldn’t die from that.
I was in a coma. As far as I know, the time that I had my eyes closed and it appeared that I slept for over a month, I was in a coma.
I am functioning between the following two people who had Locked-In Syndrome. First is Martin Pistorius aka ‘ghost boy.’ He had a neurological disorder of unknown origin.
People had no clue that he was in there.
At the other end of my spectrum is Kate Allatt. She speaks now.
It feels like a hundred years. Actually, it will only be 18 years in December since I had the stroke. It has now been 16 years since I had the surgery that saved my life. It did a little
more than save my life. I now write this.