"While in the Intensive Care Unit of the
hospital the doctors inserted a feeding tube into my nose while I was
intubated. The nutrients from the feeding tube filled my belly causing
my stomach to spasm and all the nutrient went into my lungs because I
was intubated. I felt my lungs fill and my breath shorten. The
call-button was just out of reach when I realized I had no control and
there was nothing I could do. I thought of my family and the life I
wouldn't lead. My eyes swelled in tears as I took my last breaths. Then
everything went black.
"It seemed instantly that I was somewhere else. It was as though I
stepped through a doorway in the back of my mind and into another
dimension. I first noticed the floor or rather the absence of it. There
was a thick mist or fog that covered the ground up to my knees. The
very next thing that I noticed was the sound of music. It soothed me. I
didn't know the song but it seemed familiar. It was symphonically
orchestral and with brass, strings and woodwinds, but the sound was
still subtle. The sound seemed to be coming from my right. So, I looked
in that direction.
"I saw a deep void of darkness, like an astronaut who
looked into the stars from orbit. Then I looked in front of me and saw
my deceased grandmother. She was standing just in front of the 'White
Light.' The light radiated warmth, light, love and anything I needed to
know. I also noticed other figures off to the left of me. They seemed
peaceful in pairs holding each other and swaying with the music. My
grandmother delivered the choice to me. I could stay with her or go back
to my life. She told me that if I stayed, everything would be o.k. She
said that if I went back to my body, it would be the most challenging
experience I would ever endure. Then she showed me my grieving family.
It was like I was transported to the moment when my loved ones were
talking about me. I saw my other grandparent who was still alive. She
was driving to the hospital to see me. My Papa was consoling my grandma
saying, 'Don't cry, he's going to make it!' I also saw my best friends
driving to see me at the hospital. They were saying how bad it was and
how I didn't look like myself. I also saw my mother and aunt in the
hospital watching over me. I saw their tears and the uncertainty in
there expressions. So, I chose to live."
NDERF.org #8195
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