One night, I went to play soccer and woke up from a coma five days later. I had a stroke. Yes, a stroke at 33. And I had met the love of my life on Instagram. Just when everything seems better than perfect, suddenly I can't walk and talk. If life is a cruel irony, this is it. I can't even feed myself, let alone keep a long-distance relationship alive. But I won't give up just like that. Mom and Dad didn't raise me that way. Life tore me apart but I will pull through. I'm a survivor, not a victim. Told through blog entries, this memoir breaks your heart and puts it back again with the aroma, acidity and aftertaste of life.