Replies

I would like to say, when I was about 2, I ate a full bottle of adult aspirins, went into convulsions, and later a coma. I was given last rites. My uncle said, although it was against hospital rules, he and other relatives were allowed in my room to say "good bye" to me. I have only a couple of memories from my hospital stay:

1. There was a light in the hospital hallway. My door was open. But the light from the hallway DID NOT come into the room; it DID NOT illuminate ANYTHING in my room, it was pitch black. This memory came to me in my dreams, almost every night, until I was about 30, when I began to think about my "dream." I asked my uncle if he knew whether or not I died, even for a few minutes. He said no, he doesn't recall that occurring, but it's possible. I told him about my memory with the bright light in the hallway/dark hospital room. To me, this was real, not just something I made up in a dream. It may have occurred while I was in a coma, therefore, I was still able to sense/see light/dark. My mother died when I was 12, so I could never ask her about this.

2. I thought there was a net over my hospital crib, because I remember feeling something like that. My uncle said there was no net, but there was an oxygen tent I was in. I assume I was still in a coma when the oxygen tent was over me. I assume when I came out of a coma four days later and was "aware" of things, it wouldn't have been necessary to continue to be in need of an oxygen tent. (But that's just my opinion.)

And so, even though I was written off by the priests and the doctors, my parents didn't have them remove the feeding tubes that must have been connected to my body.