A Testament of Two Strokes

On October 29, 2022, I went to compete in a jiu jitsu tournament in Charleston, SC, I took second place in it. After competing, I began driving back home. When I got to Newberry, SC, I stopped at the Walmart in Newberry but I was not sure why. I never wanted to go to that Walmart before but for some reason I decided to that day. On my way out of the Walmart, I had two major strokes. I did not know that at the time but found out later when I got to the hospital. All I knew was something was wrong because I had horrible balance and my head hurt worse than it ever has in my life. I put my cart away in the cart return and slowly crawled my way back to my vehicle. I called one of my close friends and he called for an ambulance for me. I could not keep my eyes open because my head hurt so bad. When they showed up, they opened my car door.I turned my head and started to fall out of the vehicle as I inadvertently threw up on one of the EMT’s shoes. I apologized to them as they got me into the ambulance. They took me to a Newberry hospital. I thought everything would be fine now that I was a patient under the care of a doctor. While at the hospital, they performed two CT scans, one without contrast and one with contrast. No blockages were found but they were leaning towards the idea that I had a stroke. I had to use the bathroom with assistance and my head still hurt horribly. The doctor came in to see me and asked if there was anyone I could call to come pick me up. I am assuming this is because they did not find anything on the CT scans. My friend had come to pick me up at the hospital and I was scared. I was frightened that if I went home in my current condition I could die. I did not know what to do. Suddenly, the thought popped into my head to throw myself on the floor when they came to get me in the wheel chair. The nurse said, “Oh my gosh” and ran to get help. Shortly after helping me back off the floor, the doctor came back in and said they were going to send me to a hospital in Lexington, SC in order to get an MRI and really find out what happened and get me more help. They loaded me back in the ambulance and took me to the Lexington hospital and put me in the trauma care unit. More tests were run, including an MRI. Upon viewing the MRI, I was told I had been through two strokes, one massive on my left side cerebellum and a slightly less severe one on the right side occipital lobe. I was unable to move without throwing up and I still could not keep my eyes open due to the pain. They said the pain was due to swelling in my brain that would either go away eventually or I could have another stroke they called a bleeding stroke and the pressure in the back of my brain would kill me. The doctor’s all told me I could die or at least spend 30 days in a rehab facility regaining any kind of normal function. Three days later I walked out of the hospital. The neurologist, cardiologist, and hospital personnel were all very confused and intrigued as to how my body and brain were healing so quickly. I told them it was a miracle and many people were praying for me. Not all the doctors really liked to hear that answer; basically, God was healing me. They tried to find the causes for the strokes but could not find any clear cause. Due to my improvement, they decided they would release me with a heart monitor to determine if I had A fib or not. I had no history of any heart issues but this likely made them more comfortable not being able to discern the nature and cause of the strokes. Before they released me, they checked for any possible deficiencies with my heart but did not find any. All they could see was the damage the strokes had done and the healing that was occurring. Once I left the hospital, I was on a walker for a few days before I traded it in for a cane. I continued to heal and gain more and more functionality. Even now, the doctors struggle to explain the miraculous recovery with which they saw me recover. God continued to heal me very quickly and the doctors are still confused by how I recovered so quickly. This story is a testament to how good God is and the power of prayer. If you do nothing more than read it and think about it, that is more than enough. If you would like to donate to support God’s miraculous healing or because you know me or just feel some sympathy and want to help me deal with the extensive bills, it is greatly appreciated! I appreciate the time you took to read this and think about it. What you do with it is between you and God or whoever you believe is in control of your situation! I am sorry I did not have a better picture to reflect what happened to me but I was not thinking about taking pictures when I was in the hospital or my initial recovery.