20 years since my …

June 6, 2000 – Hey, it’s my anniversary!

… It’s my 20 year anniversary since I had my stroke (d’oh!)

Some of you know that I finally wrote a book about my time before the stroke and after the stroke. Here is the jest of what it’s about:

 

Before, Afdre, and After (My stroke . . . oh what fun)

“When Maureen Twomey was only thirty-three years old, she experienced a massive stroke-one that took away her ability to read, write, walk, and even speak (AAAAAAAHHH!!). Well, she wasn’t about to go down without a fight. In Before, Afdre and After, Twomey offers a sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes comical, and ultimately inspiring glimpse at what it is to lose everything when you’re supposed to be in the prime of your life-and what it takes to get it back, piece by tiny piece.”

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Here’s a snip-it of my book, the introduction, and Chapter Two (not Chapter 1):

 

 

Introduction

Hi, I’m Maureen Twomey. When I was only 33, June 6, 2000, I had astroke. It was HUGE. (??!!)

I didn’t expect it. (Well . . . no one does.) I was healthy, fit, had lowblood sugar, etc. So what happened?

It turns out that I had a rare type of stroke: a “stroke secondary to fibromuscular dysplasia,” which usually occurs in young females.

Some people who have fibromuscular dysplasia do NOT GET A STROKE. But I did . . . lucky me (rrrrrrrr).

The stroke caused a tear in my internal carotid artery.

It was June 6, 2000, and I was at work on my computer. And all of a sudden, I was on the floor. “What’s happening to me!?” I asked. “Am I having a stroke?” My coworkers didn’t know.

Soon the emergency team came and took me to the hospital, where they did a CAT Scan of my brain.

But fibromuscular dysplasia is lower (arterial), and they didn’t check that low at first. So they told me they were going to do some more tests . . .

They didn’t find the stroke until the next day: June 7, 2000.

It’s not the hospital’s fault whatsoever. It’s my ARTERY and my BRAIN’S fault. I would sue, but I can’t.

Damn it!

Anyway, I’m doing much better now, but I still have a ways to go . . .

 

June 22, 2000, I finally understood that I’d had a stroke. My first thought was

“AAAAAAAAAH!”

 

The second thing I thought was, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Then—not immediately, but after a while—the third thing I thought was: “Hey, I have a GREAT story to tell!”

The problem was, I couldn’t tell it. The stroke had taken everything away. I couldn’t read or write or even speak. I couldn’t tell my story at all . . .

 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

 

“Well hey,” I thought, “I’m not a genius, but I am gifted . . .

. . . So two weeks from now— three weeks tops—I’ll be 100 percent better,” I decided. “And soon I will be done with my book. A story about how I did it.

“After all, many people have a stroke or experience a brain injury and lose the ability to read or write . . . but in time, a lot of them recover those abilities,” I thought.

Well, I not only had a stroke caused by fibromuscular dysplasia, I also developed dysgraphia AND aphasia AND apraxia AND brain injury AND cognitive deficits.

Hmmmmm . . . Well, maybe it would take longer to write my story than I first thought.

Now, more than a decade later, I am able to read and write and speak much better than I could at first, but I am still not as accomplished at these things as I was before my stroke (not yet, anyway!).

So some people helped me along the way, of course. Ellen Gilbert,

MS, my reading, writing, speech, and language teacher, helped me tremendously at first as I worked to re-learn these skills.

When I first got started, I mostly dictated and Ellen typed what I said. Then I got better at writing, so started typing myself. (Franklin and Talk are key . . . More on this later.)

Of course, I’m typing with only ONE hand on the computer now, because my right arm doesn’t work anymore. If you wrote a book with only one hand, YOU would be slow too! (Duh.)

Chuck and MaryAnn LaMere, my uncle and aunt, also helped me when I was getting started. (“Chuck, how do you spell . . .” “MaryAnn,how do you

spell . . .” “MaryAnn or Chuck, how do you spell . . .” blab, blab, blab . . . )

When you see Jack Twomey’s (my dad’s) letters to everyone in the following pages, it is truly Jack/Dad who wrote them. And many more

people wrote stuff for this memoir, too. Mostly, though, I wrote this book.

Maybe someone else could tell the story of what happened much better than I can. Maybe my writing isn’t as good as it was before. But I’ve accomplished so much that I want to write it—not have someone else do it for me.

 

So if this book doesn’t come CLOSE to that of a great writer like

J.D. Salinger or Harper Lee or Anne Lamott, it is ONLY because—well, YOU know.

Anyway, hopefully you’ll enjoy this book. I would say, “If not,maybe you can contact the publisher and say you want your money back,” but I’m self-publishing . . . so if you don’t like my book, maybe just sell it on Amazon or eBay?

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P.S.: By the way: As you can see, I’m writing only on one half of the page. It’s not because I want to use some fancy style, but because I can’t see on the right. (I lost vision on the right side in both eyes after my stroke.)

When I was fine I could see all the way a cross the page . . .

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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Now, as I write this, I am not able to see the right side of this page. Some people who have had a stroke have this difficulty too. So, I have purposely chosen to use this formatting . . .

Well, I CAN physically turn my head to the right and see there is still print so I can read some more. But in order to do that, I have to turn my head

 

back                                                          and forth

and back                                                  and forth

and back                                                   and forth . . .

It’s like a                                                    tennis match.

Back                                                           and forth . . .

Back                                                           and forth . . .

AAAAAAAH!                                            I can’t take it!

I’ll make you a deal:

 

  • When I am writing about the time before the stroke, I will make the words go entirely across the page.

 

  • When I include writing from my dad, the hospital, friends, etc., you’ll know that it’s not me writing, because it will also go across the page.

 

  • But when I’m writing about everything that happened after the stroke, I’ll stick to this half-page formatting. It reinforces the idea that now I can’t see the right side.

 

So that means that while this book at first seems really long, it’sactually only 40 pages total.

(Well, maybe a bit more.)

 

 

Chapter 1

(Next Chapter) –>

😉

 

 

Chapter 2

Tuesday, June 6, 2000:

Hey! It’s been six months at my job . . . Where’s my cake? 😉

It was busy at work, but I left midday for a dermatology appointment. I arrived fifteen minutes early for a 1:30 p.m. appointment.

It was the first time I’d been there, so they’d asked me to come early to fill out some forms.  Thankfully, I was going to be the first person of the afternoon to see the dermatologist, which, I thought, meant it wouldbe quick. I waited . . . . 1:30 p.m

. . . . 1:45 p.m. . . . 1:55 p.m. . . . 2:00 p.m. . . . “AAAAAAAH!” I

thought. “Where’s the doctor!? Is she still at lunch? Is she napping?”

FINALLY the doctor showed up. “I have to go back to work!” I said.

She said calmly that she could look me over in five minutes. “Fine!!!” I said.

Suddenly I felt funny, lightheaded, and I wondered what was wrong with me. My right eye was flashing, kind of like a camera: on and off; on and off; on and off. But fifteen seconds later, I felt fine.

Afterward, when I was walking back to work, I was almost crying. “Okay,” I told myself, “think aboutsomething funny!” (I can’t remember what I thought of, but it worked.)

When I got back to work, however, I started to cry.

Later, three women from work—Amy C., Noreen D., and Heather Buhler Jennings—typed a letter saying what they felt had happened to me. They gave it to my dad in the hopes that it could help.

 

3:00 p.m.

Amy sees Maureen Twomey crying in the hallway in front of Maureen’s office. Maureen tells her she has just returned from the dermatologist’s office and that her doctor mentioned to her that one side of her is flushed. Maureen is anxious because she is also experiencing flashes of light in one eye and a tingling sensation on one side of her body. She has a slight headache.Amy recommends she call her doc- tor. Maureen calls and he asks if she’s experiencing anypain, to which she replies no. He told her to call back if the headache or other symptoms worsen. Maureen calms herself and continues to work.

 

4:20 p.m.

Maureen comes into Heather Buhler’s office to get cab vouchers from her to go home. One side of her face is droopy, her eyes are crossing, and she is very pale. She says that she has beenexperiencing flashes of bright light and feels very dizzy and is worried that she might faint. Heather tells her to take a seat and offers her some water. Maureen sits down and begins tearing up; she looks as if she’s beginning to panic. Heather asks Maureen to call her doctor and make an appointment and describe her symptoms. Heather goes downstairs to get Maureen cab slips, one to get her to the doctor’s office, one to get her home.

 

I called the doctor again. I had a serious headache. “Maybe it’s a migraine?” I thought.

I was thinking, “Tonight was supposed to be my last class of intermediate improv, but I’m so . . .  so . . .  I don’t know what . . .  and I have to go home and rest. I have to miss improv even though I don’t want to.”

 

4:30 p.m.

Heather returns to Maureen’s desk with some cab slips and asks her what her doctor had to say. Maureen says that she is probably suffering from a migraine headache, dehydration, or exhaustion. Maureen wants to go home, so Heather gives Maureen cab slips and asks her topage her if she begins to feel worse. Maureen calls for a cab and begins typing an e-mail to her theatre class notifying them that she will not be in class that evening.

 

I had to e-mail my improv group to tell them that I would not be there that night. I was on the computer, and then, all of a sudden, I was looking at the words but they didn’t make sense to meanymore. It was like they were in a foreign language . . .

(I realized that I could NOT read them now that they looked like, “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee wsoy adwjdke rtyh!?” But I want to tell you more about my story, so i’ll still make everything in english . . . okay? Okay.)

. . . and the next second I fell on the floor. “Oh God . . . What’s happening to me?”

 

4:40 p.m.

Amy, in the next office, hears Maureen fall out of her chair and begin crying. Amy runs intoher office and finds her on her back with her head propped up against a filing cabinet. Maureen is holding her head and crying. She is quite frightened and is experiencing a severeheadache, the flashes in one eye, and numbness in one arm. Amy asks Noreen to get a cab slipfor Maureen to go to the hospital and then calls Maureen’s doctor, who tells her to call 911 immediately. They tell her to give the paramedics Maureen’s insurance card so the hospital will contact the doctor once she is admitted. One of Maureen’s eyes looks droopy. Maureen, still crying, asks Amy if she thinks she’s having a stroke.

Amy sits with her, holds her hand, and tries to keep her comfortable and calm until the paramedics arrive just a few minutes later. Several coworkers come to see if they can help in any way. Maureen says she’s thirsty. Gloria T. gets Maureen some water, but Maureen says she can’t/doesn’t want to drink, despite her thirst.

 

Physically I was wondering, “What does that mean? Maybe if I explain myself they could do something about it more quickly.” Again, I thought I was having a stroke . . . But a split second later, I completely forgot about not being able to read the words. I had other things to worry about.

 

4:45 p.m.

Maureen tells Amy of the e-mail she was typing and asks her to delete it because she was unable to finish it. Amy notices that Maureen had been typing just one letter for a couple of lines towards the end of the note. Noreen and Amy and Gloria sit with Maureen and wait for the paramedics. Amy asks if there’s a friend or relative she can call and Maureen dictates her father’s phone number to Noreen (Jack Twomey) from memory …

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(What happens next? Buy my book to see …)

 

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“Before, Afdre, and After” by Red Headed Book Lover

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“Before, Afdre, and After is a poignant, moving and inspirational memoir that will take readers on a thought-provoking journey while entertaining them at the same time. Before, Afdre, and After is written by author Maureen Twomey and Maureen throughout Before, Afdre, and After will take her readers on the journey through a significant moment in her life. The journey the reader will encounter is at times heartbreaking because of Maureen’s condition that has significantly impacted her life however it is also an uplifting, humorous book in which Maureen will make you smile thanks to her positive outlook and funny passages. If you are a reader who is looking to read a memoir that is unlike anything you have read before and a memoir that is the perfect combination of humor, fact, and poignancy then Before, Afdre, and After is the book for you and should not be missed.

Before, Afdre, and After is an incredible memoir written by Maureen Twomey and throughout her book she will guide and inform her readers of a moment in her life in which her life changed forever. Maureen at just thirty-three years old experienced a horrific stroke and this impacted her life massively. Maureen’s stroke took away her ability to read and write, walk and also speak. However, Maureen has a fighting spirit and she was not going to do just nothing and so she chose to fight and this is her story.

Maureen will perfectly take her readers on a memorable story that is incredibly poignant but also humorous and even uplifting and inspiring and this is all thanks to Maureen’s exceptional writing and her incredible personality that will make every reader smile and feel inspired.

Before, Afdre, and After is a poignant, moving, and compelling piece of nonfiction that will help, inspire and captivate its readers from the very start until the very end. Before, Afdre, and After is an influential, powerful book because it deals with the topic of stroke and the subsequent effects of it. I believe that Before, Afdre, and After will be the perfect read for those that have suffered a stroke or even a disorder, condition or illness because Maureen, although brutally honest about how she felt, still manages to inspire and inject positivity and humor into the story. However, those that do not have a disorder, condition or illness will equally be able to enjoy the book and take away something from it thanks to the author’s wisdom and bright outlook on life.

Before, Afdre, and After is an exceptional book not only for the author’s candor but also the information she has so expertly laced throughout the book. The information will help readers better understand strokes and how they affect your life physically and emotionally, and I believe that is really important because sadly, strokes are not commonly discussed but it needs to be so that no person never feels alone.

Maureen Twomey is a remarkable person for two reasons, the first is because she is honest and brave to write her story and the second is because she is an exceptionally talented author. Her impeccable writing is a joy to read and flows beautifully throughout so that the reader will feel compelled to read non-stop. Maureen is a pure literary talent, and so I applaud her for being so brilliant!

Overall Before, Afdre, and After is an this insightful, informative, inspiring book and I would say if you are a reader who is interested in the topic of stroke and coming out the other side, then this book is for you. Before, Afdre, and After gets five stars from me! Be sure to have a read of the preview below book lovers, and you will not regret it!

Thank you so much for reading book lovers! I appreciate it so much, I love discussing wonderful books with all of you so please comment below and let me know your thoughts on Before, Afdre, and After. Do you see yourself reading this book? Do you love the genre? Please let me know your brilliant thoughts below and I will be sure to comment back. Thank you so much again for reading!

Goodbye for now book lovers,

P.S. Here is a preview of the book for all of you lovely readers to enjoy! Please have a read of the preview and if you find that you have loved what you have read then all you need to do is click the Buy on Amazon button and it will take you straight to the book on Amazon U.S.! If you are in the U.K. then below I have attached a link to the book for Amazon U.K..

Below I have attached some links about the author and this wonderful book so if you would like to learn more about the author and the book then please have a browse. Thank you so much again for reading book lovers, I can’t wait to read your thoughts on this book!”

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“i’m a reflection of the community.” tupac shakur

I didn't have my glasses on....

amidst the more than a million people without power days

our local library

has been opening at 6am

and closing late

acting without anyone asking

as an ad hoc community center

in order to offer

a safe and welcoming haven to all

full of

electricity and books and computers and games and story times

a friend to all ages

stay as long as you like

take as much as you need

on a morning visit

during my current nomadic existence

i sat with 2 high schoolers

an old couple

college roommates

a gaggle of 3 year olds

and a family

all here for the same reasons

a bit of respite

a cup of coffee

a bite to eat

a wealth of good company

a comfortable chair

and

an awful lot of warmth.

—–

“a library outranks any other one thing a community can do to benefit its people.

it is…

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