Many thanks to all of you. (Except David who said I am NOT smarter - hehe kidding).
You have followed my illness and many may wonder about my 'miraculous' recovery. It is not so - my posts are written before I copy them here. I am still a slow thinker and due to my strokes have troubles with the fine motoric so type slow too.
I have had several more operations last year so my head is still pretty bald (or does fluff count as hair?) I underwent strict and very regimented therapy (sometimes to the point that I fell asleep over dinner) but I really really hate my condition. I don't do weak very well and am very impatient with myself.
My language skills have improved dramatically after the last surgery. I nearly had lost all of my english at one stage and had to move back to Germany as I could not communicate in Australia. Now I am pretty much fluent again in both languages. And am back home. Still use pointing and 'thingies' if I miss words though.
Also my comprehension levels have increased - I am able to talk (&write) again in a civilised way. The understanding of context is still a bit slow - which makes reading very difficult. But I am drawing the story of the book I am reading (well kinda road map with lots of clouds & lines) to help me.
Just wanted to clear up any misunderstanding - it was not so much a miracle but multiple surgery, excellent doctors, medical staff & therapists and very, very hard training that got me here. I am still and never will be the person I was - but my humour has not suffered, even if the laughter sounds odd. I will not be winning any gold medals at any racing events soon but I am planning on attending the bridge-to-bridge this year even if I come last (Mmh - next year maybe and I can be second last).
My MOTH has and is great support for me and I cannot thank him enough. But thankfully I have taken over the cooking duties again.
So to sum it up: my head is covered in scars, I got fluff on it, my brain has been reduced, I am limping, laughing, making grimaces and can't move my hand much due to the strokes. But I am HERE. And no, I don't want sympathy for it - I didn't do anything. I survived because ... (fill in the blanks yourself). I am glad to be here. And this is the last of this kind of post about me or my condition - oh, apart from: the big C is GONE, GONE, GONE. they cut enough out that the return chance is minimal. Any future posts from me will be related to other stuff - much more fun anyway.
Still

you all heaps and thank you even more.