Karen Coy

My name is Karen Coy. I’ve gone to Westside for many years. 

Twelve years ago, I woke in the middle of the night with the worst headache I’ve ever had in my life. Then it was like a big flush came over me and I felt paralyzed. I had suffered a stroke.

I remember the only thing I could mumble was, “I need you, Vic; I need you, Vic.”  Finally, my husband said, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, hon.” I said, “Well, I can’t even move or anything.”