I the summer of 2005, my mother and I took my 6 year old son for his first (and most likely his last) vacation at Walt Disney World in Florida. We stayed on the Disney property in one of their many theme motels. The last night of our stay appeared normal right up until 7 am when I awoke to prepare for the 8 hour drive home to South Carolina. When I tried to get out of bed my left side would not respond and felt like a dead weight. I tried to call out to my mother only to hear a muffled sound come out. After waking Mom and my son, the front desk was called who then called EMS in. During the wait for the ambulance a Disney manager came and stayed with us to assist my family. My 6 year old's first ambulance ride was in the front seat operating the lights and sirens while his Mom was in the back trying to stay calm. The Ambulance passed a few hospitals in order to get me to the best hospital for Stroke care as we were told later. On arrival to the ER I was rolled straight into the CT scanner and then to triage. It was at this point that we were given the startling and devastating news that at 32 years old I was having a Stroke due to a blood clot on the right side of my brain blocking blood flow. Being in healthcare myself I knew just how bad this was! It was at this point that my vital signs began fluctuating and a decision was made to forgo the standard treatment of tPA in favor of a new(at that time) proceedure to retrieve the blood clot by catheterization. The 3 hour window for clot busting drug treatment could not be confirmed since I awoke in this condition making me a good candidate for the new treatment and one of the few doctors on the East Coast currently performing this particular proceedure just happened to be in the area at the time. You need only to look to see God's Hand in our lives! I see His footprints upon looking back. After retrieving 80% of the clot making it's way into the right side of my brain before I became too unstable to continue, I was then placed in ICU where I spent the next few days fighting for my life. A total of 9 days in ICU and ICU step-down went by before I was stable enough to transfer back back to SC to begin inpatient rehab. It took alot of insistance on my part, assistance from my director at work as well as my Florida doctors team to convince my insurance to allow me to continue healing and rehab in my home state where my support system existed and was most familiar to me. South Carolina was so far behind in Stroke treatment and care at that time that insurance wanted me to rehab in Florida ignoring what everyone was saying was best for me and my family.