My dad died from a stroke almost 5 years ago. He had the first stroke in his trailer truck, at a rest stop in Chelsea, MA. They found him 2 days later and took him to the hospital in Lowell. Eventually he got moved to a rehab inPresque Isle. He was coming along quite well.. even starting to walk again. One day he complained of intestinal pain, so they decided to do an MRI. He was terribly afraid of small places, and the fear caused his brain to start bleeding again. He didn't survive the second stroke. He was only 68, and never sick a day in his life. The day he had the first stroke, he spent the morning piling 2 cords of wood.
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