An immediate family member went down with stroke symptoms a couple days ago. He had suffered a very serious stroke 10 years ago, with a vertebral artery dissection and subarachnoid hemorrhage. He ended up with a brain that was nearly half dead, the best analogy being a comparison of nighttime images of north and south korea. After losing speech, walking, fine motor skills and hearing, he recovered nearly 100% over a long and difficult couple of years, remarkably. Most people that suffer his level of damage are fucked for the rest of their short lives. Relevant to the prior stroke, he had a very small amount of brain activity on that side, that we didn't know about. That sounds fine, but the problem was the low blood flow led to massive, and I mean massive clotting. After his stroke the other day we rushed to the ER, where we learned he had suffered not had one, but SIX strokes, all of them relatively minor. Sure as shit looked like one really big one though. No stranger to the game, this fucker began rehabbing himself in the ER, doing some of the old exercises he knew from before. Within a few hours he went from looking like a slurring Bell's Palsy patient with a rubber arm & leg, to being able to walk and talk with only a little trouble. Today we found out that a large bit of clot had cut loose in many pieces from the "dead" area, which accounted for the many strokes. The local doctor, thankfully a proactive one, has a friend at Johns Hopkins (? I think) who took a look, and identified what was happening. And we're cautiously optimistic that there is no long-term damage, and the clotting can be treated with a very simple blood thinner. Had he not had these strokes, we likely wouldn't have learned what was happening. Pretty much a loaded gun inside the brain. Anyhow this is nice to get off my chest, and I thought people might find it interesting. Strokes are a wild, unpredictable motherfucker, and sometimes 6 are better than one.