Different strokes
Lemon Polenta cake, Scottish shortbreads and Malteser chocolate bunnies: I could get used to hanging out with stroke survivors, says Billy Mann
I’m only half joking. This outbreak of gluttony came at the start of the final session in a PhD study by Ella Clark at UCLH into testing Bridges Self Management for stroke survivors in a group setting. We were all stuffing our faces and grinning madly.
Bridges is a project pioneered by Prof Fiona Jones at St George’s hospital in Tooting, London. The mission is to help stroke survivors build their own step programmes to meet long-term goals set by themselves. These goals vary in the widest sense, but the Bridges approach seeks to find a series of baby steps by which big gains can become part of everyday life. It’s a method that will work for some but not always for others.
Motivation is a key player in progressive recovery and these four-week trials were part of a study to see if fellow group members (6-8) could play a role in the process by offering mutual support. In the three trials I helped facilitate, the goals of the group members varied depending on the individual, any support they might or might not have, and in the ways their stroke had impacted on their lives. In the second group I joined, one member wanted to try to regain some of the problem-solving skills he had lost. He mentioned crossword puzzles and arithmetic in particular. Another member defined as a goal writing and signing a Thankyou card for her daughter and her husband.
It is always fascinating to watch small-group dynamics unfold. You instinctively reach for the reality-TV stereotypes and make snap judgements about personalities, only to be confounded in the next session by behaviour in total opposition to your initial prejudice. Baddies become goodies and that bossy boots turns into a pussycat. The relationships between individual characters are thrown into relief and you sometimes end up siding with the person you thought at first you would dislike the most.
Group members respond in different ways to different types of stimuli. One identified her goal as getting back to cooking and entertaining. The stroke had left her unable to plan, organise and implement a dinner party for friends. Fatigue wiped her out and the mere thought of it built in her mind to become an impossible task.
By just talking about food, the group learned of some of her favourite dishes and the special ways she prepared them. All of this took place in the context of a natural conversation, so when it was proposed that she might cook a cake for the group, a competitive twinkle appeared in her eye. She wanted to show us she could do it. And she did. The lemon polenta cake mentioned in the opening paragraph is the proof. The zing of the lemon was a sensory delight.
But her determination didn’t stop there. She had also completed and fed friends with specialty dishes of lamb and salt beef. She was obviously on a roll. If we were giving out marks, she passed with distinction.
A recurring issue among members in all the groups I was involved with was whether the post-stroke difficulties they now face and experience were related directly to the stroke, or whether they were part of natural ageing. Forgetfulness was the chief example. This was especially the case among some of the older group members.
Balancing time with health needs emerged as a another challenge. Take on too much and it might end up costing you in terms of stress and fatigue. Take on too little and it seems like you are treading water, stuck in a rut, but all the time feeling you should be more dynamic, making more progress, just doing things.
One member talked about withdrawing from what was once his very active participation on neighbourhood committees and working groups. He had taken several steps back and, by rationing his time more selectively, was able to focus on and tackle a specialist academic mentoring role, which had proved far more personally rewarding and much better suited to the skills he had built over many years.
But in stepping back he also stepped forward to wrest control of low-key domestic aspects of his life from his children, who had intervened to ensure his comfort. He was calling the shots now and, bit by bit, nurturing a newfound self-reliance.
Towards the end of the final session, one of the group asked Ella if she had a title for the published study that would emerge from these eight group trials. Not yet was her answer, so cheekily I asked the group what might be the key words that would help Ella come up with a successful title.
Earlier in the session that day I had tried to summarise the essence of the past four weeks. In my notebook, I had written “the power/potential of peer support”. Looking at this now I am horrified by its inadequacy. In collecting the thoughts of the other group members, the word that won the day was “sharing”.
Throughout the final session, many of the group had identified in their own ways the importance of sharing. One member spoke of how rare it was for her to share her stroke experience with people who could readily empathise. She said she no longer “felt so alone”. Another talked about how positivity breeds positivity and that the group sessions had somehow almost magically instigated an outbreak of optimism.
Sharing is one of the enduring themes of the early 21st century, much of it enabled by the world wide web. Touch that SHARE button on your digital device and look at the ever-growing number of platforms across which you can connect with others: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, LinkedIn…
Yet, yet, yet… sharing a traumatic experience with relative strangers is not easily done. The group found that doing it in person, face-to-face, with all the risk any kind of human encounter throws up, was overwhelmingly positive. One group member used the word “transformative” and, when pressed, explained how, as bad as having a stroke is, in some respects it offers an opportunity for renewal, a chance to become a new person. Another talked about life after stroke as an exercise in planting seeds. These, for me, were both fitting remarks to herald the onset of Spring and to end what had for me been a fascinating experience.
See the lemon polenta cake recipe
Motivation is a key player in progressive recovery and these four-week trials were part of a study to see if fellow group members (6-8) could play a role in the process by offering mutual support. In the three trials I helped facilitate, the goals of the group members varied depending on the individual, any support they might or might not have, and in the ways their stroke had impacted on their lives. In the second group I joined, one member wanted to try to regain some of the problem-solving skills he had lost. He mentioned crossword puzzles and arithmetic in particular. Another member defined as a goal writing and signing a Thankyou card for her daughter and her husband.
It is always fascinating to watch small-group dynamics unfold. You instinctively reach for the reality-TV stereotypes and make snap judgements about personalities, only to be confounded in the next session by behaviour in total opposition to your initial prejudice. Baddies become goodies and that bossy boots turns into a pussycat. The relationships between individual characters are thrown into relief and you sometimes end up siding with the person you thought at first you would dislike the most.
Group members respond in different ways to different types of stimuli. One identified her goal as getting back to cooking and entertaining. The stroke had left her unable to plan, organise and implement a dinner party for friends. Fatigue wiped her out and the mere thought of it built in her mind to become an impossible task.
By just talking about food, the group learned of some of her favourite dishes and the special ways she prepared them. All of this took place in the context of a natural conversation, so when it was proposed that she might cook a cake for the group, a competitive twinkle appeared in her eye. She wanted to show us she could do it. And she did. The lemon polenta cake mentioned in the opening paragraph is the proof. The zing of the lemon was a sensory delight.
But her determination didn’t stop there. She had also completed and fed friends with specialty dishes of lamb and salt beef. She was obviously on a roll. If we were giving out marks, she passed with distinction.
A recurring issue among members in all the groups I was involved with was whether the post-stroke difficulties they now face and experience were related directly to the stroke, or whether they were part of natural ageing. Forgetfulness was the chief example. This was especially the case among some of the older group members.
Balancing time with health needs emerged as a another challenge. Take on too much and it might end up costing you in terms of stress and fatigue. Take on too little and it seems like you are treading water, stuck in a rut, but all the time feeling you should be more dynamic, making more progress, just doing things.
One member talked about withdrawing from what was once his very active participation on neighbourhood committees and working groups. He had taken several steps back and, by rationing his time more selectively, was able to focus on and tackle a specialist academic mentoring role, which had proved far more personally rewarding and much better suited to the skills he had built over many years.
But in stepping back he also stepped forward to wrest control of low-key domestic aspects of his life from his children, who had intervened to ensure his comfort. He was calling the shots now and, bit by bit, nurturing a newfound self-reliance.
Towards the end of the final session, one of the group asked Ella if she had a title for the published study that would emerge from these eight group trials. Not yet was her answer, so cheekily I asked the group what might be the key words that would help Ella come up with a successful title.
Earlier in the session that day I had tried to summarise the essence of the past four weeks. In my notebook, I had written “the power/potential of peer support”. Looking at this now I am horrified by its inadequacy. In collecting the thoughts of the other group members, the word that won the day was “sharing”.
Throughout the final session, many of the group had identified in their own ways the importance of sharing. One member spoke of how rare it was for her to share her stroke experience with people who could readily empathise. She said she no longer “felt so alone”. Another talked about how positivity breeds positivity and that the group sessions had somehow almost magically instigated an outbreak of optimism.
Sharing is one of the enduring themes of the early 21st century, much of it enabled by the world wide web. Touch that SHARE button on your digital device and look at the ever-growing number of platforms across which you can connect with others: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, LinkedIn…
Yet, yet, yet… sharing a traumatic experience with relative strangers is not easily done. The group found that doing it in person, face-to-face, with all the risk any kind of human encounter throws up, was overwhelmingly positive. One group member used the word “transformative” and, when pressed, explained how, as bad as having a stroke is, in some respects it offers an opportunity for renewal, a chance to become a new person. Another talked about life after stroke as an exercise in planting seeds. These, for me, were both fitting remarks to herald the onset of Spring and to end what had for me been a fascinating experience.
See the lemon polenta cake recipe
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