by Bonnie Weikel

Created on: April 29, 2008

I am a survivor of a Subarachnoid Hemorraghe. I have come to love that word simply because most times I can spell it and I know what it means. Medical abbreviation is " S A H "

Simple terms a ruptured brain aneurysm.

I remember going to bed on Oct. 10th, I remember where I was earlier that evening. My next clear memory is on Oct.31 around 8/9am. I refer to this as when my light bulb came back on. I don't remember thinking about why I was there ot how I got there. It's like I just knew. I spoke with the nurse that morning and she directed me where I needed to go and for what therapy. I had a notebook I carried with me everyday and it had a calendar in it with everything I had to do that day. From that day on my reality became more clear.

Nov.11th I was released from rehab hospital. God was I happy i was going home only to find out I'd be living with my daughter and her family during the week and when my fiance was home off the road I could stay with him in our home. I missed my grandchildren terribly, Christmas was coming up and I had sewing to do. Every year I made my granddaughter two fancy Christmas dresses. except this year I wouldn't be able to do it.I was not allowed to sew. DR. were afraid I'd sew my fingers together or cut off the tips on my serger. I was devastated. I lived behind my sewing machines And I was good at it. I had a very god alteration business built up and was high in demand.Sewing was escape from reality, it's how i dealt with my stress. What Now?

I am very close to my daughter, son-in-law and my grand children. I was happy to be spending time with them.I have the best son-in-law any mom could ask for. He was going to be my babysitter for the next few months. He was laid off at the time of my incident ( which I refer to as my head blowing up.)

My next few months would be filled with DR. appointments and therapy and learning things that came so easy to me. I loved being a home maker and raised my children myself. I never had a job out side the home till my baby was in Kindergarten.

As time went by I was remembering more and more of my life before the blow up. It was remembering why I just walked into the kitchen that was the problem. I kept a notebook for months writing everything down.

One big thing that had changed was my up coming marriage. This all happened two months before the wedding. I was handing out invitations at the time of the blow up.Needless to say the wedding was postponed. I wasn't allowed to make any ife changing decisions

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