The Book

How I found my way back after a stroke This is a story about Preface If a bridge collapsed in your town and it was peak hour traffic, a few cars would end up in the water and lives wouldbe lost. Eventually cars would back up on either side, but the people would still want […]

The next day I woke up in hospital feeling euphoric. If this were how I was to die, I would be happy. I was surrounded by people but all I wanted was to go back to sleep. Their voices were distant, but I knew they were in the same room. I sat up, thinking I

I experienced a broad range of emotions during my stay in the hospitals. These emotions were all new to me. Certainly, I was frustrated because I couldn’t talk or walk and at the same time, I was guilty because I wasn’t at work. Work had always been, and for most men of my age is,

My brain felt locked, and I couldn’t communicate with the outside world. From what I could see all the therapists would give me the keys, but I had to do the work. After much speech therapy I blurted out the word ‘PIG.’ I felt that I had started to achieve something good. My Occupational Therapist

Physiotherapy was also critical to help me become independent again. There was much mental and physical pain as I tried to balance, walk, and use my right arm. While I was being helped and there were people around, I felt brave but behind closed doors it was a different matter. I was beginning to wonder

When I went to Fiona Stanley, at last I was given a private room. Being a new hospital, everything was very different and top of the range compared to Royal Perth. The exceptionally good service was the same. Here, as my walking ability had improved, I was allowed more freedom. I was able to wander

When I went to Fiona Stanley, at last I was given a private room. Being a new hospital, everything was very different and top of the range compared to Royal Perth. The exceptionally good service was the same. Here, as my walking ability had improved, I was allowed more freedom. I was able to wander

While I was in Geraldton on the December 12, 2017, my wife, of eight years, decided to end the marriage and she didn’t want me back in Perth. I tried to talk with her, but she hung up. She wanted a divorce! This was shattering and where I really fell into a dark hole. I

My life seemed to be in disarray and as I had a lot of time on my hands, I needed to do something. I volunteered, two days a week, as a driver, at a drug rehabilitation centre, called Shalom. I used to ferry groups of men from the property to the doctor at the medical

My life seemed to be in disarray and as I had a lot of time on my hands, I needed to do something. I volunteered, two days a week, as a driver, at a drug rehabilitation centre, called Shalom. I used to ferry groups of men from the property to the doctor at the medical

It seems to me that there are different forms of stress. One seems to be when life, circumstances and your job take control of you. I was on call 24/7 for twenty-one years. I never knew when I was going to be called to work or be on the phone at un-Godly hour. I want