I would like to take this opportunity to introduce myself. My name is Laura T. Barnett and I live in McHenry, Illinois. I had my stroke in 1980 when I was 23. I belonged to Stroke Survivors Support Group in Elgin for many years. Through that club, I found out about Stroke Camp. Since about 2008, I have been going to Stroke Camp once a year. I love it!
This is an excerpt from some of Chapter 1 of my book, Blink Twice If You Mean Yes. I had been in a coma for two weeks. Many of you stroke survivors have memories of being totally mixed up. I can tell you for sure that I didn’t know if I was having a bad dream or not. At this time, I wasn’t able to talk or move.
Am I Having a Nightmare?
A voice broke the silence when a woman called,
“Laura, it’s time to wake up.”
Okay, Mom. Is that you?
“Laura, wake up.”
No, it isn’t Mom. I know she’s talking to me because she’s calling my name. But who can it be? I can’t seem to open my eyes.
“Laura Barnett, wake up.”
Now, who’s she talking to?
“Come on, Laura Barnett. Wake up.”
Oh, she must be talking to me. That’s right, I’m married now. I used to be Laura Klehr. Now I’m Laura Barnett.
She bent over me cheerfully saying slowly, “Laura, it’s June 15, 1980.”
Drifting in and out, I suddenly heard the date.
WHAT? Is she nuts? Come on. The last day I remember was May 31.
I formed words to say,
No, it can’t be June 15.
I finally was able to open my eyes, but everything was a blur. The figure scurried about as if not one word had come out of me. Agitated because I thought I had clearly answered her the first time, I restated,
No, it can’t be June 15!
Once again she didn’t even acknowledge me but went right on moving about the room.
I can’t believe this! What’s wrong with her? Is she deaf?
I tried again, thinking I was screaming,
NO! IT CANNOT BE JUNE 15!
There was no response. The woman-shaped form said,
“You’re in Northwest Community Hospital.”
A HOSPITAL? What for? Hey, lady! What am I in here for?
Because I had not responded, she said it again. This time she said it so slowly that she was irritating me,
She must think I’m a real dummy. I heard her the first time. Oh brother! She won’t tell me what’s going on. What is she? A nurse? Most nurses have the decency to answer when spoken to.
The next day came, and a different female figure said,
“It’s June 16, and you’re in Northwest Community Hospital.”
I don’t understand how it can be the middle of June already.
But, because of the different nurses insistent repetition of the dates, it slowly sank in that they had to be right.
These people must really be nurses, but I don’t know why I’m in the hospital. I wish someone would tell me!
PERSONAL TESTIMONY OF LAURA T. BARNETT
In Blink Twice If You Mean Yes, it is 1980, and I wake up from a two week coma. Unable to talk or move, I discover that the nightmare that I thought I was having is real. Only later do I find out that at age 23, I have suffered a rare brain stem stroke. Through the blinking of my eyes, I have a tiny peephole into communicating with my family, friends, and the hospital staff.
God forged a strength and determination in my soul that allowed me to walk out of that hospital four months later. However, I wasn’t aware that it was God. Because I was headstrong in the ways of the world, I thought this inner resolution was of my own making.
God will allow us to go through something that seems ridiculously unfair because He needs someone to go through difficulty and come out victorious for His glory. When people have been through a great hardship, and they come out whole, sane, happy, and joyful, it makes others think, maybe I can do it.
I could have given up! That would have been the easy way out.
Threaded uniquely in my journey is the progress from the isolation and alienation from God of a secular person to moving gradually to spiritual discovery. Searching for the purpose of my stroke, I miraculously come to faith in Jesus fourteen years later, March 1, 1994. When I committed my life to Christ, I found the answer.
Because of my disability, my life since Christ has not been trouble-free. There have been broken bones, surgeries, the challenges of daily living, and then a divorce. My left arm continues to be disabled, and both of my legs are relatively useless.
Yet through all of this, God sustains me and gives me joy. He is so awesome! I give God all the glory!
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