i watched my Mother die. in the beginning the body wanted to die but the mind didn't. in the end, the mind begged to die but the body refused...I was going to Real Clea Politics for the polls and the computer segued to this article.
Was this the latest Hillary interview?
i watched my Mother die. in the beginning the body wanted to die but the mind didn't. in the end, the mind begged to die but the body refused...
My aunt’s last few days (she had a brain tumor) she thought she was on a cruise liner in the middle of the ocean. She apparently was having a good time.
I’m thinking suffocation might be a relatively painless way of dying. I’ve had several incidents of passing out while sleeping from sleep apnea. Feeling myself sinking into oblivion wasn’t all that unpleasant. Waking up gasping for air left me with an appreciation that we don’t have to suffer when we pass on.
Well written and researched article.
This is why I volunteer at hospice. It is a sacred thing to help someone from this veil of tears
Dying is merely and illusion.
Two days after surgery, I was rolled over in bed in the intensive care unit for an x-ray. I threw a pulmonary embolus and I stopped breathing, followed almost immediately by my newly repaired heart arresting. Luckily there were plenty of medical personnel close by. They cut open my chest again, cut the wires on my breastbone and the chief cardio-pulmonaryy surgeon of the hospital, proceeded to hand massage my heart for ten minutes before it started beating again on it's own. I had died and now I was alive again.
Instead of five days after heart surgery, I spent almost 6 weeks in the hospital trying to get well enough to go home. Fortunately, I made that 64th birthday and, with a lot of hard work, I have now fully recovered. I have lost 75 lbs and feel 20 years younger than my 68 years. I walk daily, do Bowflex strength training again and am able to work around our cattle farm with few problems.
This last summer I happened to run into the surgeon who started my heart again, in the hallway of the VA hospital. We had a short conversation about my "event". He told me in his almost 40 years of practicing medicine, he had attempted to revive only a handful of patients whose hearts had stopped in the hospital by hand massaging their hearts. He said I was the only one of those who had survived. I burst into tears, I was so overwhelmed with emotion. This man had saved my life and there was no thanking him enough.
I am so lucky to be alive and to be given another chance to go around the block again a time or two. I don't really know how it felt to die because I was never really fully conscious during any of it. But one thing I do know about is how wonderful life is when you've been given a second chance.
God Bless.
Very interesting, thank you.
I lost both my parents to long-term illness. Their final days were a lot like described in this article. Thanks for posting. I too found it interesting.
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