It was a Sunday afternoon when Beryl Kizer’s life changed forever.
“I didn’t really know I was having a stroke, that was the part that threw me off.”
That was 2019. Now, four years later she’s welcoming me into her home with open arms—because like so many, she has a story to tell.
“I knew all the things you’re supposed to do when you think you’re having a stroke,” Kizer tells me. “You go to the mirror, you see if you can smile—is it even? Can you raise your eyebrows? Is one side of your face drooping? And that’s a key thing, and I had none of that.”
But she says there were other signs something wasn’t right.
“What I had was weakness in my left leg, and then the arm started to follow later that day.”
That’s when Kizer decided to go see a doctor.
“He did a couple of tests and looked me right in the face and said, ‘you’re having a stroke, or you had a stroke’.”