When I collapsed to the floor with my cerebral bleed, from
the AVM, I thought I was dying and although this turned out
not to be true as yet...I did for sure have amnesia.
I saw an old movie once about a man with amnesia, and it
was all romantic and fun looking. The star had no memories of who he was or who he was married to and so he found and
became involved with another woman. Really having amnesia
means that you have been within a cat's whisker of being
sent off to the morgue. And often it means that you have
a real chore to recover anywhere near close enough to be
able to live the way you once did.
Even today after years of improvement I have no memories
at all of my first hospital where I had my operation and
also no memories of the first 2-3 weeks at my second hospital. After I was back home my wife drove me to my
first hospital where I thought I would recall something, but no not one solitary memory.
When I got home I had my old memories pretty much back,
but my short term memory was almost totally shot. I would
go to another room on an errand and when I got there had
no clue as to what I had wanted to do. I gave myself mental
chores and lists to memorize and this slowly helped but
it was years getting back close to normal for me. Today
after more than 12 yrs. I am probably 95% back to normal
with my short term memory. Some never get it back.
But it was worth the struggle to come back, and it will be
for you as well. Good things are worth waiting for. My
"second life" to me in many ways is better than my first.
May we all blossom the way it seems that we are supposed to.