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After month of induced aphasia awareness (as ordered by the US Congress) I’m convinced I am never going to be cured of aphasia. It leaves me feeling like this Eric Johanssen photo.
June being the month for all people to be aware of the condition known as aphasia (as ordered by the US Congress) I find that I’m getting worse, not better.
I wrote earlier about being exposed to the term asphasia (The Chronicles of Aphasia - How I discovered aphasia when all I had was trouble speaking because of a stroke).
Frankly it’s a big job touting the world for people to understand the term and the condition that has so many variables. The best example is the mantra that aphasia is a loss of language, not a loss of intellect.
I keep telling myself that, yet day by day, I can feel what little communications I have slipping away. I find it harder and harder to pronounce words – to ‘mouth’ words – get my tongue around them and get them out. I used to have problems thinking of the words, but that’s better. Given time I can find the words I need.
I have had three years of practice to build on the fried brain residue, to practice getting better, only to find it’s getting worse. Once again, the experts lied when they said I would improve my speech by putting in the hours of rehab. And yet “scientists” say the brain re-wires itself given time and exercise. Mine, apparently, hasn’t caught up with science.
But still I haven’t given up. Recently I had my grandson Arthur to stay overnight and I found that he was entertained by my reading Green Eggs and Ham, by Dr Seuss.
I remember reading the story to my daughter Katie (long ago, Before Stroke) and she loved it when I went fast, increasing the frustration and mild anger through the words to the ever-present question posed by Sam-I-Am:
I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox
I do not like them in a house
I do not like them with a mouse
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
(And I maintain that I’ve not lost my intellect.)
I sailed through the words, Post Stroke. In fact I was so enamoured by my voice during the chorus, I got louder and louder (I was really getting into the method acting), that Amoret shushed me from the patio lest the neighbours the other side of the brick wall think we were arguing.
The neighbours, Mr and Mrs Homo Neanderthalensis, never let on that I would not have it with mouse or a fox, nor Amoret’s strange recipes.
Truthfully, I was knocked back by the admonition.
I was really feeling the power of my voice. For the first time I felt free of the tyranny of aphasia.
Thinking about that reading again, it wasn’t that the pronunciation was all that clear (I have aphasia remember), but the timbre, pitch (psychoacoustics) and cadence gave me freedom to wildly express myself much the same as Brian Blessed.
And Arthur was impressed.
I plan to read more Seuss, aloud, much the same way I did when began this rehabilitation. I hope to get that feeling of freedom of communication back – and who cares what the neighbours think.
Ever since I was turned down by researchers for Botox to the hands, I keep running into other ways I could be involved in stroke-related research.
I got a message on my blog wondering if I’d like share my blog with a study by Speech and Language Therapists doing a Masters project at City University London.
Is a bear Catholic?
“I am contacting you because we wish to analyse your blog in our theses. The name of the project is
Blogtalk: the impact of aphasia on people’s lives.”
Well have I got something to say about impact of aphasia on people’s lives. And it’s all right here in my book: What if you spend your whole life speaking and writing and woke up to find it was gone? (Special offer, limited time only, exclusive for readers of this blog – £9.99 plus postage of £4.95, call it £15 quid)
Seriously, there is no charge, as you know if you’ve been following my misadventures. But it illustrates how such an event will take away even the ability to earn money. And that’s just the beginning.
I got the why’s of a stroke affecting the brain and cutting off signals to the right side of my body – there’s a lot of learning to do after a stroke. But I thought you could, over time, rewire the brain – train it to do the same things it used to.
Or least that’s what I was told: “You’ll be back ‘normal’ after some rehab” from nurses and physios and consultants. It’s a litany people who have strokes are told. They are all lies – well-intentioned lies, but lies all the same.
Like I said at the beginning of this blog adventure, strokes are a bespoke affliction – it’s a one-off designed just for you. It’s kind of like ordering from a Chinese restaurant in that you can one from column A, and three from column B, or the other way around, or different amounts. Not that you have much of a choice during a stroke – the end result depends on how many brain cells die during a stroke from not getting life-sustaining oxygen. That result is your Chinese takeaway order. It includes death.
Coming up on year three of stroke in my life and I have made some progress with what I got in my takeaway order. I can walk a straight line, and pick up a cup, and get dressed, and chop vegetables, and sort of type now (look at me blogging!). But it’s a far cry from ‘normal’. I think that’s why I’m suddenly interested in research. I think it will somehow speed up the recovery, or the very least come up with a reasonable explanation of why it is not.
I yearn for the normalcy that I used to have – to type out a story at warp speed; to drive; to speak normally; to know a day without fatigue or tiredness.
They are looking for stroke survivors to take part in research on fatigue and tiredness. That sounds like my kind of research.
I can tell them about that. Since my stroke I have to take a nap about noon every day. About then I look like an extra in The Walking Dead (Zombie TV series) I am that tired. I sleep for about an hour and that revives me.
BS (Before Stroke) I would never entertain the thought of a nap as it would take valuable awake time (read creative time – photography, writing) from me. And BS, should I ever fall asleep accidentally from just being exhausted, I was a bear to be around. Now a power nap is essential to my post-stroke rehab. I shall apply for that research and they tell me:
“The reason behind development of fatigue is not clear but previous research suggests that it could be due to changes within the areas of brain that control movement. In this study, we use brain stimulation, questionnaires and brain scans to gain information about the area in the brain that contribute to development of fatigue following a stroke.”
I got an email from the researchers saying I’m not medical research material.
“I saw the consultant yesterday afternoon and we had a look at the video together. Whilst you are able to complete the grasp release task, we cannot see any evidence of abnormal movement that would indicate you have the level of spasticity needed to fulfil the trial criteria. It would not be beneficial to give someone botulinum toxin injections if there is no clear spasticity as these injections weaken muscles and so would just make your hand weaker if not given appropriately.”
So, no Botox for me then. The reason I volunteered for medical research was this press release from The Spasticity Service at the National Hospital for Neurology & Neurosurgery in London:
New research shows that repeated treatments of Botox (botulinum toxin type A) over one year after a stroke can improve muscle tone and reduce pain in the arms and hands, making it easier for patients to dress themselves.
I read it as: miracle cure will help you type better than hen-pecking at the keyboard mostly with your left hand because your right is stroke-affected. It takes me a couple of hours to type a blog entry, some of which is copy editing because I tend to leave out the little words. But that’s the brain which I have to re-train. The right side of my body needs something:
“Unfortunately, we therefore won’t be able to recruit you to the study. I would, however, recommend that you pursue getting a few physio sessions from a neuro physiotherapist as mentioned in your email. A neuro physio would be able to offer you some help with improving the way in which you use your hand and arm and with advising on specific things that you can focus on practicing independently.”
Now I’ve got to find a neuro physio.