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I AM THE NEW TED HOPKINS

Since teenage and young adult I have been very good at elite sport, followed by creative and publishing poetry, writing, thinking, and theorising. Then bang! At 10 February, 2017 I had an aphasia stroke. Even so, I do not want to retire. Survival is the winner. Next is recovery…

Born 27/5/1949; Moe, Gippsland, Australia – I have eight major health troubles: at 18 months old meningitis near to death, then at 13 hepatitis for a year PLUS hearing disability, sleep disorder, spine laminectomy surgery, MELAS & Gait symptoms, and a stroke.

Bugger!

Since my 69th birthday, 27 May  2018, I am the new Ted Hopkins. In spite of my troubles, I am good at recovery.  There is a group called, Blokes with Strokes, that assemble begin at the Cafe de Cuba and then the cafe of Goat House, both in Elstenwick, Melbourne – Australia. What they fancy most is some entertainment, humour, friendliness, and self-esteem. I am among the group. It is an enjoyable time.

The Blokes with Strokes newsletter March 2018 edition #3, profiled “Meet Ted” has positives:

I am good at recovery.

I have a good house at Prahran in Melbourne, Australia.

 We know Rehabilitation is a practice, yes. The gem for Recovery is being positive yourself, alongside your loving and likeable friends, and helpers. 

On average, one in four stroke persons will die instantly or within a year. Survival is the winner. Next is recovery…

A stroke is a brain blow. Its dead – a white dot in the brain. No chance. Thankfully, the brain has different ways you can do it. Its the ultimate Recovery.

You can be the new person; same and different. You come back as ‘the person’ you were, and also flip elsewhere. Its a universal BLOG, ain’t it. It can actually be exciting for the Recovery person.

Often, the founding, corporate managers, and professional medicos of the Rehab sector love PowerPoint screens and PDFs. The screens and the print information has become a necessity, Yes. But what are the requirements of Recovery? The founders and the corporates approach recovery as “wellbeing” options, which can be helpful and stuck.

Am I the true pal?

Since the stroke I’ve lost income and the lover partner. She doesn’t want me anymore, other than be a darling friend. Its her call, not mine. I love her.

How can all this happen?

Essential, was Angelika Oehme, 24/03/1951 – 22/09/2007; a dual German and Australian citizen who died from breast cancer at Alfred Hospital, Prahran, Melbourne.  During the early 1980s we began lovers, partners, friends, and our sole child, Erica Hopkins, born 30/10/1986.

Angelika climbed mountains and a love for language. Born at Berlin she was the oldest of four siblings, three daughters and one son. Soon after WW2, the entire family was shipped to Fremantle, and then to Melbourne. Then, another son sibling was born in Melbourne.

Every day since Angelika’s death, I have cried. Even so, she has given us a berth and lighthouse.

In my post article soldthedummy.com/Bereavement and the Boggy Creek Fishing Competition, as my time in a boat with Clive Bustard, an octogenarian and the best angler within the region, we talked about our struggle with bereavement. His wife, Lorna, had just died after their Golden Wedding Anniversary.

We described it as a descending veil kept in check with a brave face. At times, bereavement seemed to me like watching a weightless hooked live worm descend to the bottom of a waterway.

During an earlier fishing expedition, Clive explained that what we do is for pleasure and consumption while the fish is fighting for its survival. We present lures intended to deceive fish into thinking a decent meal is on offer, when in fact the lure is deadly. Do fish suffer bereavement?

Ever since I have known Clive his angling instructions to me include always take care. On our drives to locations and in the boat we indulge in banter while trying to maintain on course. It’s not easy, but we manage to do it. Later, I wonder: Who is deceiving us? Are we deceiving ourselves? Amid the turbulence is atonement possible without the fanfare?

How can a stroke be ahead of the game…

 

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Leith Eastwell

Leith Eastwell

Hi Ted.

Over the years I have always wanted to sit down with you for a coffee and some stimulating conversation.

Sorry to hear about your stroke, mate.

Life can be a bitch sometimes.

The last time we spoke, you were jogging up Boormans Rd, Moe South.

That would have been very early Eighties.

I spotted you as we were living in our mud brick home which faced Boormans Rd.

I can’t recall our conversation but I Was just glad that we met after so many years.

1967, you went to Carlton and the Next year I went to Vietnam.

Re the 1970 GF, it was one of those moments where you remember where you were, such was the significance of such an event.

Me, I was about to drive two hours back home at Moe after working at the Longford Gas Plant.

It was half time and the scores indicated a walk over by Collingwood so I switched off the car radio
Done and dusted I reckoned.

Switched the radio back on when I got home.

Well the rest is history as you certainly know.

I would love to catch up with you, mate.

I have had a blood cancer for six years now, Multiple Myeloma, incurable but treatable, so far so good.

Denise and I have been married for fifty years now, three grown up kids and seven grand kids.

One of whom is in the Brisbane Lions under 18 Academy squad.

A down age lad this year with another year in that system next year.

Cheers, Ted.

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Bernadette

Bernadette

Hi Ted. I have lost your phone number.please call me
Bernadette

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Bernadette

Bernadette

You are an amazing man Ted —so many skills.The fight is not over yet—great strength and determination.Love it

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