“You have no idea how much my feet miss the ground. My feet haven't walked on it for so long. I really want to see my yard, look at the village. But I lie alone in bed all day. I can't even turn down the volume on this damn radio - it's been yelling since yesterday and it's driving me crazy. Wouldn't it be better if the stroke completely killed me? Now I am neither alive nor dead. (Marina cries).