Talking to my dear (mental health) Registered Nurse Mother Duck, unfortunately my first stroke was unpreventable (detection could/should have been more swift to avoid losing the vast amount *billions* of neurons which I so obviously did that fateful evening in July 2012) and my second stroke has since been labelled as 'unpreventable'. When I was in London, my life was thriving (dream job + dream location with stimulating friends + regularly travelling overseas on wild adventures) and now, I currently take life as a young person incredibly easy, living with my supportive (sometimes funny) family on the opposite side/end of the world, where I indeed require full-time care (for the time being).  Basically, I'm doing the complete opposite to what I had achieved and relished in prior to strokes (I'm Bizarro Jerry stylin' or perhaps I'm just Larry David to a T! Here's hoping - he respects wood), which is indeed a challenging, newfound life for a young, vibrant person with grand plans for their existence. 
Never fear - it is not
all doom and gloom, as the brain is quite magical with its plastic-like rehabilitation and re-routing abilities, where due to my hard-working youthful brain's improvements and plasticity-stylin' rerouting over the past 18 months (as well as early detection and medical actions post Stroke #2 hitting), I now have been able to regularly volunteer at a supportive primary school since mid-2013 (children truly are the best at deflecting from your own woes! Some - including my lovely students from UK - still give unique handmade get well cards and 'Hello Kitty' well wishes/drawings/art pieces just 'because') where my independence, confidence and once-renowned thirst for life and education of our future is steadily making a grand comeback along with short term memory retention, spatial navigation, RHS vision, productivity, typical Kitty happy-go-lucky emotions, general cognition (<<high levels implied here!) and concentration levels expected of a young lass. Furthermore, my sacred independence (what all 20-something-year-old people crave! I'm still in my 20s right?! I mean, I thought Queen Lizzie II was no longer alive post Stroke #2 - I could now be in my 40s for all I know) is making a welcomed return, where I actively try to focus on what I now can do (still beat everyone else in Trivial Pursuit, for one. Sorry Marky C), setting goals (including ambitious ones - from offering more hours volunteering my spared teaching expertise at a supportive school to now finding my own way home, walking and with taxis - such a grown-up!) and being a positive, ambitious Kitty after a noted two-year absence.  Furthermore, the dear, hilarious and supportive 
Klubbers are more exceptional than I previously gave them credit for (how lucky am I?!). 

Thank you for sticking around K-Kats
You are the Kitty Kat's Meow!


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