I learned this morning that a dear, dear friend had a stroke on Saturday. He’s in a local hospital but is being transferred to Chicago tomorrow or Wed. He is the father of five, the oldest of whom is a nurse. When I called she was with him. He’s not up for visits yet. His right side is not moving, his speech is slurred, he is sleepy, and very frustrated. Intense physical, occupational and speech therapy are ahead for him in rehab as soon as he arrives in Chicago.
He was with his oldest son when it happened, and because J. noticed that B.’s speech was so affected, he called 911 immediately. His daughter the nurse said it’s now been 48 hours, he has good tone, has wiggled his toes a little, and has been up twice. On the other hand, he’s having a lot of trouble forming thoughts into words. She said, “Mentally, he’s Dad.” Doctors say his prognosis is good for a good recovery.
Things like this are such a shock. This is a guy who works hard physically, has a great spirit and sense of humor, and is a father extraordinaire. For a time he is stilled but I can’t wait until he returns to vigorous health.