When My Dad Had a Stroke
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On November 25, 2005 the worst you could imagine happened to me. My father had a stroke and nearly passed away. I was coming home from the movies when my grandmother told that my mother was calling to let me know what had happen to my father. I almost passed out with just thought of knowing I could have lost my father.
About fifteen, twenty minutes had passed after I got to my grandmother house and my mom called again she explained to me that everything was all right. The doctor had said that the cause of the stroke could have been from my dad playing the video game so late at night and trying to concentrate so hard. My dads’ stroke should have killed him because he also had bust a blood vessel in his brain so the doctor had to put a tube in his brain to keep the vessel from busting again.
When I got to the hospital I nearly passed out from seeing my dad lying on that hospital bed with all those needles in his arm and tubes in his nose. When my dad woke up I started to cry and the doctor told me to step out the room and calm down because if my dad sees me like that he get depressed and it will raise his blood pressure.
My dad is not the same as he used to be anymore. My dad has become the person who you just feel sorry for but at the same time you just want to yell at and say “you need to get up, claim your life back and thank god your still breathing”. Don’t get me wrong I’m not trying to be mean; I love my dad it’s just that he needs to the way he used to be. I know he has to go through life with a tube stuck in his head but he can’t keep that from letting him live life.
