As a seasoned TMSer, God granted me the wisdom to decide on a real physical emergency the opposite of a TMS attack. My wife had a stroke Sunday night. She called me down stairs with a shrilled voice, as she propped against the counter top she explained her left side was unusable, her face was crooked. I remember the struggle just moving her to the couch; she was a total dead weight. She complained when I dialed 911 and continued to complain as the paramedics arrived. I ignored her and said: “I’m in charge”. By this time her symptoms had died down. The house was full of paramedics, firemen and a gurney appeared seemingly from nowhere. “You seem OK, but we are going to take you in as a precaution to Los Robles Hospital”. The paramedic said. In a blink the house was empty and I felt really lonely. On the way to the hospital she had a TIA attack, the sirens went on and it was code red from then on. Sunday night was a blur, I came home for some reason, and I didn’t sleep. I asked myself: “Why did I not stay at the hospital, it may be the last time I see my wife”. I had the deepest fear and shock; my neck went solid as I affirmed: Stress at code red. Two days of TIA attacks(mini strokes), long distant phone calls in front of concerned family and friends, doctors, nurses, needles, MRI’s and scans. Many of you know and can reflect on this scene. Wednesday arrived she suddenly made an amazing recovery going 15, 20, 36 hours without an attack, even the nurses and ICU staff are surprised. Credit to the Parma company that made this miracle three hour window drug, it wasn’t available for her mother, aunt and grandmother who also died from strokes. The words “thanks” and “gratitude” come to mind for I have a chance of another day with her. A party atmosphere seemed to evolve in her room. There was laughter and smiles as she became the favorite patient on the ICU ward. My wonderful daughter in law who works in the hospital brought all her friends by to see her. In our TMS cynical world we don’t often give credit to the caring nurses and doctors who really mean well and do well, despite the daily failures they have to endure. My wife became the poster patient for success, the very reason why they work in this field. She left the ICU this evening to another room as the ICU is top dollar floor space in a hospital (cynicisms- Yes). We hope for her to come home tomorrow. She has to contend with fear and is nervous and has lots of questions when the doctor discharges her tomorrow. Her prospects are very good; she has virtually 100 % recovery and will have to take blood thinners forever. Serious Observation: Cholesterol and Genetics statistically point to my wife’s circumstance. Despite our aversion to drugs she only takes one and that was for cholesterol. Cholesterol is a life style choice food and exercise. Genetics are not a choice, period. Humorous Observation: Why was a greasy sausage served for breakfast in a hospital? I have to comment I have been habitually conditioned to say: ‘It was very tasty”, since the last one I had was six months ago.