Living With LessNeurons —
What's Next After Losing Part Of Your Mind:
A true story of life beyond stroke.
Available in EBook, Paperback, Hardcover, and AudioBook
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ISBN, EBook: 978-1-7350426-4-0, $7.99
ISBN, Paperback: 978-1-7350426-6-4, $14.99
ISBN, Hardcover: 978-1-7350426-5-7, $24.99
ISBN, AudioBook: 978-1-7350426-7-1, $9.99
Jarvis was a typical, middle-aged man in the early summer of 2019.
He didn't know what a transient ischemic attack (TIA) was until he had six of them in one evening.
The next day, Jarvis walked into an emergency room on his own power to get checked out.
The TIAs had been scary, but he figured they were just a warning that he needed to take better care of himself.
Six days later, an ambulance drove him home from the hospital. He'd lost the use of his left arm and leg.
Jarvis had suffered a stroke – AFTER going to the hospital.
Brain damage is like a plane crash; it’s a terrifying event we hope never happens to us.
If we survive, it's a miracle, and a chance to reevaluate our future.
Living With Less Neurons tells one person’s story of embracing life again after a catastrophic set-back.
(Note to grammarians: Yes, the author realizes a more grammatically correct title would be "Living With Fewer Neurons,"
but that doesn't roll off the tongue or fit on a book cover as well.)
Proceeds from this book shared with
American Stroke Association
About The Author
My life path did not result in fabulous wealth or impressive accomplishments,
but it sure has been interesting! Not many people get list "Game Show Host" on their resumes.
Yep, I toured the USA as the host of a live game show for six years.
We performed at college campuses, shopping malls, and festivals in 43 states. In a word, the show was "zany."
I've also worked as a VitaMix Demonstrator and an RV Delivery Driver, among other curious jobs,
but most of my career life was in radio broadcasting. This helps explain the variety of other jobs.
Working in radio is like being a movie actor; only a select few hit it big, and I was never selected.
I kept doing it because it's a darn fun way to barely earn a living.
Two months before my 60th birthday, I had a stroke. It seemed my life of adventures was over.
Rehabilitation would require extensive therapy, and it might be a year before I could even walk again.
In the first few weeks, I often questioned my will to carry on. I could not stand up by myself,
dress myself, could not even get to the toilet without help. This was not a life worth living.
It was not in my nature to give up, but continuing life as an invalid seemed unbearable.
Something in me would not give up. Progress was slow and painful. It took weeks to see the slightest change,
but tiny improvements proved recovery was happening.
Five months after the stroke, I was able to walk - with a crutch - into my cousin's house for a holiday get-together.
At the one-year mark, I no longer needed the crutch. I could use my left hand to open jars, turn doorknobs,
and hold a coffee mug. The stroke was devastating, but it didn't end the fun in my life.
Besides, having lots of time on my hands during recovery led me to another curious job - writing books!