My former Academy roommate had a brain tumor – an Oligodendroglioma, to be exact. The operation to remove it was a remarkable success. He was in fantastic hands at the major cancer center caring for him….and his family.
Weakened by the cancer and the operation, while at home, he fell and injured the other side of his brain opposite the tumor. When I first saw him post operation, he was trying to come out the resultant coma and could not speak. In the weeks and months that followed, speech returned slowly, and the brilliant comedic repertoire of my good friend returned along with it.
A family member had a major stroke a few years back. While almost all motor function returned to this vibrant man – He would dance up a storm and still carry on like no other – he could no longer speak. There was no “hitch in his giddy-up”, just an inability to share what was in his mind.
He used props, an always funny and sometimes inappropriate sign language of his own making, and a pad