Well, since the last post and this (a period of almost 5 months), I've had a stroke. It's been interesting to look over the last few posts, and see where I've come from, and to suggest a possible future.
I'd like to think that I'm coming back, but the parts of the brain that are dead, are dead forever: They do not come back in the same way, if at all. (Please correct me if I'm wrong). I am currently working with some speech therapists from McGill (I had to ask my wife who they were, psycho therapists or what-have-you), and that is the one group that meets me on a weekly basis for an hour. There is also one doctor who I see every few months, who is in charge of my overall progress, and he is very very busy.
Anyhow, I don't have a right to complain, it could be a lot worse. My friend Dennis Miller, is about to leave us, about 8 years after cancer first made it's presence felt, and made his life so much more difficult. It's good that we had a beautiful dinner with him and his wife Evelyne, (right after my stroke) and saw him at the best of his latest times.
Don't have much else to say here except keep looking at the stars!
