“I’m OK,” Dan Kenny remembers telling himself. And his brother. And his buddies. Any time someone asked, he’d wave away their concern: “I’m OK.” “I’m good.” “Probably just tired.”
Never mind that he was suddenly talking with a lisp, or how incredibly tired he felt. He was on his annual pond hockey getaway with the boys in Eagle River, Wis., a trip he’d been looking forward to for months, and he wasn’t going to miss it.
At least, that’s what he thought.
His plans changed as the group headed over to some snowmobiles to go for a ride. When Kenny went to start the engine, his brain told him to yank the pull cord — and his arm did nothing.
“Nothing? What the heck?” he thought. Fear set into him like the February cold he was standing in. “I couldn’t rationalize anymore what was happening,” he says. “Something was messed up. I just did not feel like myself at all.”
His ride would instead be to an urgent care center. Kenny leaned against the window of his brother’s truck all the way there, the snow outside passing in a white blur.
At first, it wasn’t clear exactly what was wrong with him. But, after a transfer to a local hospital and a battery of tests, he received news he never would have expected.
Kenny was having a stroke.
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