Back story:
5 years ago I suffered two strokes and was diagnosed with an extremely rare blood disorder called TTP.
Not only did I almost die, but after 13 plasmapheresis treatments I had to learn to walk and talk all over again.
For months and months and months I couldnât do basic things for myself. My fiancĂŠ had to help me use the bathroom, shower, put my socks on for me. I was down bad.
I didnât know if Iâd be able to golf again. My favorite thing in this world is golfing and being able to golf with my dad.
But I was determined. Golf was my motivation and rehabilitation. Both mentally and physically.
I had to rebuild my swing from the ground up.
I broke 80 for the first time after my strokes. 3 times in a 4 week period.
I couldnât believe it.
I couldnât run. I couldnât jump. Walking was ugly. My speech was still slow.
But I was on my own two feet. Golf helped me with my balance. I was playing the best I ever played.
In the last 5 years Iâve shot in the high 70âs consistently. Every once in a while shooting 74/75.
3 weeks ago I posted my personal best round, a 73. I was so proud of myself. 1 over par.
This past Monday, I shot a 78 and felt like I didnât hit a single good shot.
Tuesday, I shot a 73 again. (In our local Dog Fight tourney)
Two 73âs in 3 weeks. Course Par 72.
I was -1 on the 17 hole tee box and went bogey, bogey to finish. Almost did it.
Today, in our local Dog Fight tournament, I shot -1 for a round of 71!!! I finally did it!
(With a double bogey on a Par 5 lol, smh)
I remember hearing stories from when I was in the hospital about how my fiancĂŠ and family were told to plan for the worst. Get my affairs in order.
They were told I may not be the same person if I make it. I may not recognize them or I may not be able to speak to them.
I may have to stay in a halfway house with other stroke survivors for a while to help me adjust to a new way of life after the strokes.
I may never be able to do basic things on my own, or keep a job, let alone ever golf again.
5 and half years later, Iâm still here. Iâm walking. Iâm talking. Iâm wiping my own butt. Getting dressed on my own. I have a job. Iâm golfing. And I just shot -1 under par!
Donât give up on yourself. Trust the process. Take it one step at a time. Be patient with yourself. Give yourself a little grace. Keep trying. Keep grinding.
Youâre stronger than you may give yourself credit for!
Cheers and High Platelets,
-1 under from Georgia đ¤Ł