Imagine .. not being able to speak.
'.. and the present is life, and life is good to live'
Imagine … not being able to speak. Imagine … being unable to spontaneously express your opinion, to listen to others expressing theirs or discussing a topic about which you are knowledgeable and they are not.
Imagine … being unable to read a story to your young grandchildren or to answer their questions before they tire of concentrating on what you are trying to communicate to them. And saying Yes when you mean No. Imagine … wanting to read a newspaper article and being unable to understand more than a paragraph.
Now Imagine ….. watching that person, your partner, a loved one, struggling with this situation, frustrated, often tearful. Imagine … remembering the past, before Aphasia, the conversations, the shared interests, the sense of humour now barely there, the able body. Imagine … having constant feelings of guilt, apathy, because you think you should be doing more to make it easier, but you don’t know what to do. This is living with aphasia.
Imagine … now spending much more time together than we used to – we are alive, we’ve turned a corner into the ‘road less travelled’ in our lives.
I remember a quote from the poem “The Past Was Goodly Once” by William Henley:
‘…..and the present is life, and life is good to live’.