Painting a portrait of stroke recovery
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Painting a portrait of stroke recovery

In February of 2009 my sister Lisa lay in a hospital bed, motionless, hooked up to every tube imaginable. She breathed through a tracheostomy tube in her throat. Two weeks earlier she had suffered a ruptured brain aneurysm. Although a brilliant neurosurgeon operated on her, hoping to undo the damage, Lisa still suffered a massive stroke. It looked grim. The surgeon discussed organ donation with us. Surely, I thought, God wouldn’t let a 45-year-old mother of four young children die?