Taniya, when you had the stroke __________?

If I never have to answer a question that starts with "When you had your stoke" that would be too soon.

It was April of 2003. It was my junior year of college, and it was probably the hardest thing that I ever lived through. It was weeks of a psychological minefield. I was dealing with weeks of headaches ... debilitating headaches, which doctors scoffed at. Light was my vicious enemy so I lived in darkness. Just as frequent as my trips to the ER, were the recommendations to see a psychologist. Prescriptions for Prozac were placed in my hands as they patted me on the back and sent me home with "nothing we could find." They made me feel crazy. Until the night of the stroke, and 11 hours of sucking blood off my Brain no doctor believed me.  

As I sit here, ten years later all I can think is "Told ya so!" But of all the things I could be right about. I thought the initial recovery would be the hard part. I didn't know I'd still be answering questions about it. Nor did I know how much of my life would later be impacted. Once all was said and done I thought I was in the clear. I didn't know that two years later I'd crash my car into a tree, and be found unconscious, starting a new flurry of misdiagnosis and insanity accusations. I couldn't have known that, that single event was laying the ground for a path that I would have to continue to walk. I would never have believed that I'd let someone open my head 5 more times, and be considering a sixth.

So to answer the question: "Taniya, when you had the stroke ________?"  I knew it was something, but didn't know it would be all this.