I asked them to turn off the lights, because it was too bright. They said there was no window or door, just a blank wall. I kept asking my mom and my husband to close the curtains or close the door. There was a very, very bright door or window, directly across from me. For the life of me I could not open my eyes, though I felt like I was trying very hard to do so. They asked me my name and the date and if I knew where I was. Then there was a voice, I don't remember if it was male or female, but it was trying to calm and soothe and let me know that all was well and not to worry. I knew I had died and I was sad because I wasn't going to see my baby or see him grow up. They were familiar and I wanted to stop and listen, but I was moving along through this maze, unable to stop myself. There were images and voices beyond the walls. energy? Like I was floating through a maze and the walls of this maze where a soft, glowing white. While I was out, I felt like I was weightless and not me, but my like. When they started to cut me open, I could feel it, so they placed a mask over my face and I knocked out almost immediately. I like to think it was something that gave her peace because she finally gave in and let go. I can't speak to what she saw obviously, but she definitely saw something there. A few minutes later she closed them again, her breath became slower and slower and finally stopped. So around 10 minutes or so before she officially passed she opened her eyes completely, and stared straight up towards the ceiling. For a couple days she would occasionally open her eyes but they weren't open much, and she would just stare straight ahead, like she wasn't really seeing anything. Let me give a little background before I get to the end. Towards the end it became very clear we were going to lose her soon. They took her off the ventilator and she continued to breathe on her own for 5 hours, but the breaths were ragged and strained especially for the last hour or two. What happened after that was horribly traumatic for all of us that were present, but one thing about it makes me wonder. When she got pneumonia amd ended up on a ventilator for almost a week with no real improvement we knew we had to let her go. She had been battling cancer for over a year and it was beyond treatment. This isn't about me but my wife, and she wasn't brought back, but I felt like sharing anyway.
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