My son was in the middle of a heated child custody battle, when he suffered a severe stroke and nearly died. He lost custody of his daughter, and is having a serious struggle to recover some control of his left side. His memory is blank in many places.
After three years of physical therapy, he had just begun taking in a few web design orders when he tripped over his cat and broke his leg. He lives in a third floor walk up so the ambulance crew had to carry him down three flights of steps.
He got a metal plate screwed into his bone, but is now confined to the apartment. The housing authority is taking a long time to process his request for a first floor apartment because they are in the midst of a movement to halt disability fraud, and are months behind in the work.