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An eerie story:

There was a family I knew of because one of their sons went to the same high school as me. After high school the sons moved out and mom and dad had the apartment to themselves.

One evening mom answers the phone and makes a funny face as she listens. Dad sees it and takes takes the phone hearing gibberish. He says "What's the matter buddy, too much to drink" and then recognizes his son's voice. He either had a stroke or aneurysm. 911 was called and the son survived.

This was before telemarketing and my mind asks a bunch of what ifs. If they didn't answer the phone or jumped to the wrong conclusion and hung up etc.

Your dad did the right thing by calling 911 but it is understandable why someone would call mom or dad instead.

One of the reasons I hate telemarketers is that they trigger a hang up response to any unusual call.

It’s interesting about what you’re saying with telemarketers, last night my father was able to communicate the phone number of one of his good friends (a really great sign), and after getting through to him after two attempts he mentioned that he assumed i was a telemarketer at first as the number wasn’t recognized and he has a very close knit group of friends. He was so grateful I called back again later in the evening as he was getting worried about my dad.

Also, I can understand the whole call mom and dad before 911 mentality in a panic. 18 years ago when I was 16, I discovered my grandfather (my dad’s dad) in his bed foaming at his mouth and unresponsive due to a massive stroke. My father and grandma had gone up to the cottage a day earlier and he was to follow suit the next day. My initial reaction was to call my sister who then told me to call 911.

I’ve always felt stupid for not doing that initially, but shock and panic can manifest itself in odd ways. Doctors assured me that there was nothing I could have done, the stroke was so massive he had only a few minutes to be treated before becoming brain dead like he was. Apparently he was in the bed like that for hours... I had arrived at the house and had been walking around for 10 or so minutes thinking he was sleeping as I could hear snoring from the bedroom. So thankful this wasn’t the case with my father this time.
 
Somehow I found myself to this post. Not directly related but fellow rider and member HarleyHare, my father, just suffered a major stoke yesterday morning. He lives alone and thankfully he had the intuition to call 911 with symptoms at 1am. He was eventually transported from his local hospital to Sunnybrook to undergo emergency surgery to remove the clot, which was a success but they are still unaware of the extent of his brain damage. I've spent the last day and a half outside the hospital and on or by my phone waiting for updates as we were (understandably) not allowed into the hospital because of the pandemic. 4 hours after his surgery he was showing signs of communicating and movement in his paralyzed limbs. Today, a couple hours ago, I heard his heavily slurred voice for the first time as he struggled to get his words out. The nurse has reported that he's gaining some mobility in his leg again, with the ability to clench his right hand.

It's still early and I am trying to remain as optimistic as possible. I pray that he'll be able to recover to as much of his previous self as possible, and back on two wheels. Riding is something we've shared together since I was 7 years old (almost 30 years now). The highlight of our riding trips was in 2013 through the alps, ride report was posted here: Europe 2013 - 13 day loop through the Dolomites, Alps and Vercors

It’s been almost 11 months now since I’ve posted this message and even visited GTAM.

I thought it was over. 30 years of riding together which started when I was 7, sitting between him and the gas tank of his Honda 185 XL as we rode the local trails at the cottage and then progressed to annual fall rides to the states and an epic adventure to the alps. That rich chapter of my life with dad would surely be ending abruptly in May of last year. Or so I thought.

His 11 months of progress has been remarkable - leaving even the doctors familiar with his case, astounded. Dad’s stubbornness to accept his less than ideal longterm outlook had driven him to push ahead mentally and physically over the past months. When he got released from rehab, social workers advised him to modify his house for accessibility needs, but he wouldn’t have it. He would walk up and down those stairs one way or another on his own power, the way he’d always done. As his speech and mobility improved more and more in what felt like weekly intervals, I remember getting excited about the prospect of him maybe riding again, while at the same time trying to manage expectations. I introduced him to the idea of maybe having to trade in his Vstrom for a more planted 3 wheeled alternative like a Can-Am Spyder - something he immediately dismissed. It needed to be two wheels.

Well on Saturday of this weekend, dad defied all odds and got back on the saddle of his Vstrom again for the first time after almost losing him to that massive stroke 11 months ago. We headed East to Port Perry by the lake, a destination my dad had introduced to me a decade or so ago during a casual weekend ride - just like this one. It was a day I’ll never forget. A day I’ll always be thankful for.

Looking forward to new riding adventures with dad this year and for as many more that we’re gifted with. Thank you to everyone for your positive thoughts and prayers!

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It’s been almost 11 months now since I’ve posted this message and even visited GTAM.

I thought it was over. 30 years of riding together which started when I was 7, sitting between him and the gas tank of his Honda 185 XL as we rode the local trails at the cottage and then progressed to annual fall rides to the states and an epic adventure to the alps. That massive chapter of my life with dad would surely be ending abruptly in May of last year. Or so I thought.

His 11 months of progress has been remarkable - leaving even the doctors familiar with his case, astounded. Dad’s stubbornness to accept his less than ideal longterm outlook had driven him to push ahead mentally and physically over the past months. When he got released from rehab, social workers advised him to modify his house for accessibility needs, but he wouldn’t have it. He would walk up and down those stairs one way or another on his own power, the way he’d always done. As his speech and mobility improved more and more in what felt like weekly intervals, I remember getting excited about the prospect of him maybe riding again, while at the same time trying to manage expectations. I introduced him to the idea of maybe having to trade in his Vstrom for a more planted 3 wheeled alternative like a Can-Am Spyder - something he immediately dismissed. It needed to be two wheels.

Well on Saturday of this weekend, dad defied all odds and got back on the saddle of his Vstrom again for the first time after almost losing him to that massive stroke 11 months ago. We headed West to Port Perry by the lake, a destination my dad had introduced to me a decade or so ago during a casual weekend ride - just like this one. It was a day I’ll never forget. A day I’ll always be thankful for.

Looking forward to new riding adventures with dad this year and for as many more that we’re gifted with. Thank you to everyone for your positive thoughts and prayers!

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Amazing. Thanks for the update. Enjoy the ride and stay safe.
 
It’s been almost 11 months now since I’ve posted this message and even visited GTAM.

I thought it was over. 30 years of riding together which started when I was 7, sitting between him and the gas tank of his Honda 185 XL as we rode the local trails at the cottage and then progressed to annual fall rides to the states and an epic adventure to the alps. That massive chapter of my life with dad would surely be ending abruptly in May of last year. Or so I thought.

His 11 months of progress has been remarkable - leaving even the doctors familiar with his case, astounded. Dad’s stubbornness to accept his less than ideal longterm outlook had driven him to push ahead mentally and physically over the past months. When he got released from rehab, social workers advised him to modify his house for accessibility needs, but he wouldn’t have it. He would walk up and down those stairs one way or another on his own power, the way he’d always done. As his speech and mobility improved more and more in what felt like weekly intervals, I remember getting excited about the prospect of him maybe riding again, while at the same time trying to manage expectations. I introduced him to the idea of maybe having to trade in his Vstrom for a more planted 3 wheeled alternative like a Can-Am Spyder - something he immediately dismissed. It needed to be two wheels.

Well on Saturday of this weekend, dad defied all odds and got back on the saddle of his Vstrom again for the first time after almost losing him to that massive stroke 11 months ago. We headed West to Port Perry by the lake, a destination my dad had introduced to me a decade or so ago during a casual weekend ride - just like this one. It was a day I’ll never forget. A day I’ll always be thankful for.

Looking forward to new riding adventures with dad this year and for as many more that we’re gifted with. Thank you to everyone for your positive thoughts and prayers!

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That is awesome to hear! Wishing you and your dad many safe (and fun) rides ahead!
 
It's great to see good news in this section of the forum!! It sounds like your dad is a powerhouse of will, determination and positive thinking.
 
Well on Saturday of this weekend, dad defied all odds and got back on the saddle of his Vstrom again for the first time after almost losing him to that massive stroke

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Very happy for you, Krime!
Definitely one of those moments seared into you for life.
 

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