Scared - November 5, 2026

Almost two weeks ago, while I was puttering around in the kitchen as The Husband was getting ready to go to work, he said something to me, and I turned to look at him and noticed that the right side of his mouth was drooping.  When I asked him if something was wrong with his mouth, he confessed that something was wrong.  His right hand wasn't working as normal; he'd cut himself twice while shaving.  I suggested a trip to the emergency room.  He refused.  

I was planning to have breakfast with my siblings that morning at my brother's house.  I said, "Well, you're not going to work.  If you won't let me take you to the hospital, you'll go with me."  He agreed to that idea.  I drove us to my brother's house, had breakfast, and when we got in the car to come home, I drove him to the hospital since he was a prisoner in my car.

The hospital ran some tests, all of which came out normal, but he was admitted to the hospital for observation.  I couple of days later, the tests were run again, and they confirmed he'd had a light stroke.

He is now in a rehab facility, getting physical therapy, occupational therapy, and speech therapy.

He is doing well and has regained some of his functions.  His right hand is very weak, but it is beginning to recover movement.  He is walking fairly well but can tell that his leg is a bit weak.  We expect him to be at the rehab facility at least until the middle of next week, and he will probably need additional therapy after that.

This has rocked our world.  We are both exhausted.