Same for me, post-stroke, as we've discussed a bit. Stoic was a fine quality, and I do feel it has merit, but when pride that I could not even begin to see in myself, was mixed in, the result was more than challenging... for me, mostly, and sometimes for the others around me. At first there were not many. I am also well-versed in self-deprecating humor. It does help, when circumstances have moved beyond anything reasonable and into the ridiculous. Not you, the circumstances.

M y roommate, when my stroke happened, went totally into PTSD from baggage she carries, and her assistance, though genuinely intended, was of the toxic variety. The story goes on, as you know, and I do not hold t up here in comparison to your own. I only write from the heart, in empathy.

That you were accompanied by those who understand the stoic tendency and were tender enough in their own hearts to support what was needed, how it was needed, brings tears to my eyes as well.

Brava Katerina! And Brava to you, Brave Julia. May you heal thoroughly, in body and heart. Sounds like you're making great headway. Love to you.