ChangesIt's been a long time since I've written-partly because of my stroke-writing one handed is a pain and it's taken me a while to process everything that happened in the aftermath.In spite of my mrdical experience I knew very little about the mental confusion that a stroke causes and because the original prognosis was grim some decisions were made(correctly based on what was known at the time) that led to me coming back to a full awareness of myself and the fact that I was homeless while my best friend Mel was struggling to get my belongings packed and into storage. This job was not made easier by my inability to stick to one decision and my constant changing my mind. It is a testament to Mel's love for me that she was doing this after working a high stress job every day. I thank God every day for her and all the Hard work she did. The fact that my confusion led to a disagreement with my family left her to do it alone.All that led to the moment where I was sitting on a metal chair in the broiling sun smoking a ciggarette and realizing that I was homeless. It was The most desolate feeling I have ever had. Docters and nurses were telling me I would not recover and were ready to leave me to die in a rodent infested nursing home . My mother always said the best way to get me to do something was to tell me I couldn't and once again she was proved rightand the day the dr. told me I was as well as iIwas going to getand That night I plugged in my cell phone by myself. It is a tricky connection and took almost an hour but I did it and took my first real step towaard recovery. With Alice calling every day with encouragement and love and visits by friends "I made it through my suicidal depression. A dear old friend gave me a ton of help in looking for a place to live and I found my apartmentwhere I am now.