My husband, a professor in the H.E.O.P. program, tutoring students with sub par grades to be able to attend regular classes, lost his position along with the complete staff when that division closed, six months prior to my firing or layoff.
When I received the news, it was the first time I feared how we were to manage our finances, but since I had accrued over the five years I worked there, an excess of three months of un-taken vacation time, there was a small cushion. My husband had only recently found a job to replace his.
I was a drinker after most working hours, but in that two week time, I dove headfirst into drinking and depression.That night I came home, had a beer and went to bed. My husband found me in the bed, he thought passed out and soiled. I had a stroke in my sleep but it was not until after I was transported to the hospital and I died in their ER room and was reclaimed back into my body, tests were conducted as to the whys of the stroke.
The NDE was not discussed because the effects, while leaving my brain mostly intact, devastated my body which was twisted and paralyzed on the left side, and my tongue was unable to formulate words even though my brain was screaming what I wanted to say. I had been sat rather than left laying on the table for transport to x-ray, after having a spinal tap. The sitting up caused a headache which did not dissipate for three weeks.
My doctor told me that I had died. My brain function ceased and my heart stopped due to a massive hive that closed off the mainstem and travelled into the brain, over the course of several weeks there were scans of my brain taken daily, then every other day, then every third day as progress was watched as the water sac travelled through my brain sections dissolving on its pathway.
The Near Death Experience or NDE was two fold, I believe because initially I was still breathing, but I had retreated to the left upper southern corner of the room, gazing on my body, as one intern was calling for the ER doctor while the other was applying paddles to my heart area. The intern said I was dead and at those words I flipped right into an upward pathway with a light in the distance. I saw nothing to the left or right of me, only keeping my eyes on the light. Perhaps a second or two and I was at the doorway of light saying, “I want to come home.” It is too hard, more difficult than I imagined it would be.”
I was told, “No! You must go back.”
I argued, “Please let me come home. It is too difficult.”
I was commanded, “Go back now!” and was instantly above my body.
The intern now with the doctor on the right side of the bed said, as I saw then felt myself sliding into my body, “She’s back.”
It took ten years to fully recover from all the effects of the strokes which gave me two years of blessing when I then was engaged in a stage three bout with breast cancer. But God has always protected me. I was born with an arrhythmia which then went into angina. I knew for certain two things would happen, my heart that was already a problem would worsen, and I would lose all my hair.
I talked to God about it and asked that my heart be protected because when I was sent back I understood what my mission on earth was and it was far from completed. I also was not concerned with being bald.
I asked the pastor for prayer and he said yes, but it is not time for the healing - several weeks later he called me to the front at a prayer meeting and I had two things healed - the twisting on the left side of my body was brought in alignment and my heart was healed. We saw the visible proof of the body alignment but that night, at home, we were in the midst of moving to another complex to clean it up of the drugs and the general run down of the property. I was removing books from shelving, putting them in plastic crates and then would call Paul to move as I did not have the strength because of the heart.
I took the books and turned to carry them out to the moving trailer when Paul yelled, “ What are you doing?”
Startled, I stopped, looked at him and grinned, “I am healed!” which was just in time to deal with the battles from the months of chemo, followed immediately by five weeks of daily radiation. My body again crumbled with a myriad of virus’ and ailments but only one at a time.
That battle took seven years and I had three years of relative calmness and well being. Then I was diagnosed with a second bout with breast cancer but a stage one. However, the cancer was behind the nipple and the complete breast was removed. I was to have reconstruction but I crashed on the table and I opted not to have a 5- 6 hour operation when I crashed in the midst of an hour and a half operation. I was given a chemo pill as follow up and within three days had another stroke - TIA. This took only three months to overcome, although I still have an overactive mind and drive.
At that point I refused anymore drugs except what I still was on but slowly weaned myself off them except for one. At age 70, the doctor decided he was going to change my water pill which I refused and was going to put me on baby asparin, something I am allergic to. I now use only natural substances to keep myself well.
I did not go back to the doctor until I needed a physical because I was going to obtain a passport.
I checked out in tip top shape and if I can help it, I will stay that way.
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