Tuesday, March 15, 2011



So I have been thinking about some post operative stuff.

I spent an hour or so rereading all of Mark's posts he wrote while I was being operated on and then after.

All I can say is.............gee wizz.

I cried through most of them. Crying for me, Mark, my children and my friends who followed the saga.

I didn't cry because the content was new, no, I had caught up on the operation and resulting consequences. I cried because of the fear and worry that was surrounding me and the situation at the time. I was overwhelmed with the feelings involved.

I'm so pleased that Mark felt he could update the blog so regularly. I hope it helped him cope with his feelings too.

But reading these posts brings and unsettling thoughts to the surface for me. While I was in rehab I was surrounded by people trying to overcome varying types of adversity. I found myself talking to many of my fellow "inmates" trying to encourage them to stay positive and strong. I was sad that so many of these beautiful people felt let down by their bodies, brains, medical system and lives.

Eventually I began to feel a bit like a fraud. My brain was making new connections very quickly. It was becoming obvious to those around me that I was "different". I actually left rehab two weeks before the staff anticipated because I felt I had outgrown the place and my home environment could offer me the challenges I now needed.

Scientifically and medically my brain looked a bit messy on discharge from hospital into rehab. The prognosis was grim. Sure, they all thought I'd recover, but to what extent and in what timeframe was still in question. Poor old Mark was told I should recover in 18 months.

Good grief............

So why?

Why did my brain decide to get cracking and come back. How come I got a second chance??
Why can't these other people in rehab get their brains working again for them yet??

I'll never forget a conversation I had with a man who was recovering from a stroke and had just discovered that morning that sensation had returned to his paralysed hand. I was overjoyed for him and with him. It made me feel like their was hope and I encouraged him. Telling him that this happened to me...........I could share and empathise.

Why do some people just accept what is happening to them and yet lose hope? I guess when recovery is slow, the progress is so less obvious that they feel less motivated.

When I woke in hospital I assumed I was no different. I gradually became aware that I wasn't quite as I was before the operation. I now realise that I was actually setting myself goals all along the way. To get out of HDU, to move into a general ward, to get to the toilet unaided, to move my hand. Small but very important goals for me and my family.

Why? How?

So now that I'm beginning to feel stronger I'm starting to wonder what I'll do with my second chance. I need more time to recover, but I can't help wondering. It's in my nature, to plan, review and prepare.

Will I use words to help others in a similar situation? No idea.
Will I go back an encourage others struggling to stay positive during recovery? Quite possibly.

Whatever happens I am very grateful for my second chance. I'm glad to have a future to plan for. Even if that does mean going through more treatment and living with this growth for the rest of my life..........at least I was told I have a future. Time to set some more goals and be grateful for coming back to my lovely life.



  1. You survived and got through it cause you have a loving family you needed to come back to, you are the unique one in our family, an im proud to call you my big sister my only sister.

    love lans xx

  2. Wow, Jaz. This is some really deep thought and reflection.

    I can only imagine how emotional it would be going back and reliving the experience through Mark and other's eyes. His posts were such a lifeline to so many like me hanging out to hear every little bit of news and progress.

    And all credit to you that you are in a position to be able to think so positively about the future so soon after such a life changing event.

    But then...this is exactly the Jaz I know (only getting to know lately but beginning to know well enough!) and love.

    It is so wonderful that you are seeing the good in this and what you can do with the experience and knowledge you have gained through it all.

    You inspire me, lovely gal, you really do.

    Big hugs xxxx

  3. You constantly amaze me young lady. Your strength has always been there and now you will carry on with that positive energy that you have ! Thanks for brightening my day and giving me something to think about.

  4. Jaz, you have shown us all what strength and being positive can help to achieve. You are a remarkable person. I think that must be why those who know you personally and those, like me, who know you through your written word find you inspirational and admire you. Consequently we are devastated when you are devastated and we are happy when you are happy. That's why we wish you, Mark and the children a long and happy life together.

  5. welcome back to your lovely life!
    great positive reading there, something to think about.
    looking forward to seeing where your path leads you as Im sure you will be sharing, teaching, supporting, and inspiring for many more people yet.

    go girl! : )

  6. Jasmine, It has been ages since I've been in touch but every now and then I check your blog to see how you're doing...cheeky and sorry not to leave more comments...it is amazing to read your blog, I have been blown away by who you are, I just knew such a small snippet of this... you are so positive, so beautifully enjoying your family and it is so inspiring..thank you for being such an awesome writer of your thoughts!! thank you for sharing your thoughts, life and happenings...
    x Mel Mein


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