Andy Canfield
Information Management Systems
andycanfield@yandex.com

In early June, 2015, I went alone to Vientiane, Laos to look for work. On June 4 I had a stroke. I staggered into a bank and they called an ambulance for me. From the hospital I phoned my lady Chaliao in Banphai. She came north to Vientiane by bus. We went back home to Banphai together via a series af ambulances. It took nearly a week.

I am OK on my right side. I have almost no sensation on my left side. I cannot walk. Without looking, I cannot tell where my left arm is. The whole left side is numb. My left hand feels like I am wearing a glove. Tying shoestrings is almost impossible. My left foot feels like it is made of wood. I dare not drive any vehicle. I dare not ride on the back of a motorcycle for fear of falling off.

Here is a picture of me on my "chopsticks":

This is what I've got: Brain Ischemia.

All the beautiful women said "Let Chaliao take care of him." She did. So I married Chaliao, whom I've known for 15 years. Then Chaliao and I went to Savannakhet (Laos) to get a spousal visa. I hope that trip was my last visa run ever.