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[Title] => On strokes and Alzheimer’s
[Summary] => I called up my neurologist’s office to find out her appointment schedule. It was 10:30 a.m. and I was told she would be there until noon. "Does she have any more patients?" I asked. No, I was told. I told her secretary I would rush over, hopped into the shower, threw on a coral skirt and T-shirt, dumped five minutes of makeup on my face, donned my newest, smartest earrings that may friend Marl gave on my birthday, and went rushing out. The hospital is just down the street from where I live. It was close to the second anniversary of my stroke, you see, and I wanted to see Dr.
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[Title] => Give me a simple road
[Summary] => Was the road to recovery simple? Is there anything in my life that’s simple? In the beginning everything was quiet. I just followed instructions from my children and when there were none I slept and knitted. I did not think. My mind was either blank, disconnected or tired. That’s how September passed and October too except I was beginning to feel more active. I think I was sleeping later – around eight-thirty – and knitting more, knitting constantly. I was playing with my grandchildren and enjoying it more.
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