Hope dies last.

"Hope dies last." - that's what we used to say at university. But maybe that's not true. Ever since we met stroke, I've had a different relationship with it.

I think hope often dies, but it can be resurrected. A person can always find new strength and move on, even in the most impossible situations. However, there are times when they get stuck. When they see that they have tried everything and could not help.

That's how I was with this. I tried everything, supplements, miracle cures, gadgets, treatments, you name it. I looked around and read a lot. But there was no breakthrough result.

So far.

Conventional medicine had practically given up on my father when he had the stroke.

First he got pneumonia from lying down, then he survived. They operated on him, then they said he couldn't be rehabilitated. Then a chief physician, whose name I still don't know, decided in an unknown way that he could be rehabilitated. This was the first three months after the incident.

He came home from the hospital trying to walk with a walker. I moved home. I went home separately at noon to walk with him, because I was the only one who could support his weight. I think everyone also knows what it's like when he falls several times a day due to his unstable balance, or when he's had a stroke. And of course, getting him up on his own is almost impossible.

I wouldn't go into detail.

We got to the three-legged cane. And that was it. We tried another round of rehabilitation further, because he couldn't even get up from lying down. In this round, they determined that he had learned to walk poorly, that he would have cartilage wear, and that's why they put him back in the wheelchair.

It started 9 years ago.

We achieved a lot, but we were stuck. We were bored. Hope was dead.

Then came ARNI.

He was nice from the first time. The whole training radiated energy, which affected the participants. Everyone got a boost. Later I realized that this is not enough. It is not enough, because you also have to work hard.

We started this spring. Video training. That's how I was able to be there.

And the positive things began. First, standing up. Without help, without hands, just with your feet.

 Then I went to the training.

There I tried walking with both hands. It would never have occurred to me that it would be possible to walk safely without a cane. But it was possible. The muscles in my right leg returned. My movements became much more stable. Until suddenly I let go. And he walked on his own. He walked out of the room into the kitchen.

Even under supervision, of course, but that's still the miracle. And the hope. The hope that we can improve, that we can achieve what we previously thought was impossible.

I would like to thank you, Gabi, for giving me hope back. For trying to help people who had long since given up hope, not only here but also during trainings.

Because you don't give up.

Thanks.

Gabriella Izso