Friday, January 20th, 2012: Ordinary New England winter day. I said a prayer in memory of my late brother Yakubu. "Yaks" would have turned 45. About an inch of nuisance snow had fallen overnight. Excitement was in the air. New England Patriots were set to host the AFC Championship game. My arm started twitching on my drive home from my meeting in Rhode Island which hadn't particularly gone well. Hours later on the ambulance ride to Caritas Norwood Hospital, my stroke recovery journey began...
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Walking After Stroke: The Journey of a Thousand Miles Begins With One Step
Learning to take just one step here... Wheelchair only inches away. Doctor said if I could walk 200 steps, I could stop receiving Fragmen, the painful blood-thinning anticoagulant injected into the belly. Boy am I motivated!
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