Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...it's learning to dance in the rain.

Last Thursday afternoon a dark storm hung over Kerjacob whilst outside it was a warm sunny afternoon.

I remember feeling my heart beating so fast that I didn't think that it could possibly have the chance to carry on.

I remember my much loved  husband saying gently " Darling I think you've had a stroke"

I remember thinking, that trying so hard to keep breathing was almost more than I could manage.

I remember the pins and needles starting to move up my left leg and hand.

I remember finding it more and more difficult to speak as the left hand side of my face began to lose all feeling.

I remember saying to my love that I didn't want to die and asking him not to leave me on my own.

I remember the pompier carrying me downstairs and the bells ringing taking me to hospital.

I remember thinking, my right hand still works, so I can still draw, paint and make things and then it was all too much.

Yes I'd had a TIA ( transient ischemic attack )


When my poor husband left the hospital at about 2am  I was able to hold him with both my hands, to touch his face, to turn in bed on my own and to say " I love you".




  

I'm still in hospital, being looked after with such care, all is working as it should, at least I think so.
I wait for lots of test results but so far all is well.




Every morning is a joy to wake up to, maybe there'll be more storms but I'm going to dance through all of them and keep on dancing.