After I had a stroke, my foremost wish was to return to my plastic surgery practice. This, however, was for the future. My immediate goal, as I indicated to my physiatrist in the rehabilitation ward, was just to be able to get up at night and go to the toilet.
To this he responded, "Be realistic. You'll not walk again."
But my first visit to the stroke club proved how very wrong he was. None of the members was in a wheelchair; everyone was walking about. One man, who has become my idol, not only walked without a cane but had mastered bicycle riding on a three-wheeled model. On discovering this, I altered my goal from going to the bathroom alone to learning to ride a three-wheeler. Bicycle riding had been one of my greatest pleasures before the stroke.
On subsequent visits to the stroke club, I've received much information