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My sister, Kate, had been living with cancer for 10 years prior to this experience. Mid-December 2022, she came to my home on Hospice Care. There were three connected experiences that happened in the time period from 16 December 2022 to 25 January 2023 when Kate left this world.
As I went to the nurse’s station, I watched them gathered together for their daily meeting. They were discussing the cases of patients on the ward and planning the day ahead. I rushed up to them and interrupted the meeting. ‘Please, I need to talk to you, it’s urgent.’ ‘What’s up, Susie?’, said my favourite nurse.
My story may be somewhat different than most; you may see why later. I have a condition called Sleep Apnea. To make a long story short, I toss and turn at night causing my CPAP mask to leak, causing my obstruction to cut off the air to my lungs during sleep, causing me to suffocate in my sleep. This is my theory anyway of what caused my NDE.
The memory of what happened when I was 8 years old was suppressed and briefly revealed at 22 years old and revealed completely in 2010 at 43 years old. I will try to explain the best I can.
I had an experience at 8 or 9 years old where I was attacked by a family member who tried to drown me in the Russian River in Healdsburg, California.
On February 2, 2023, I had gastric bypass surgery. Forty-eight hours later, I was suffering from complications and was in incredible pain. I was rushed into surgery for a bowel obstruction in two places in my small intestine. Unbeknownst to me, my organs started failing and I was placed in a medically induced coma and placed on a ventilator.
I found myself in a place that was crowded. The crowd was in black silhouette but I could hear their voices, like I was in a crowded restaurant. Sitting in front of me was my Godmother who had passed several years before. She was in color, like the color of honey. She looked very young, with shoulder length hair. She looked at me with the saddest eyes. My grandmother who had passed when I was 12 and my grandfather who passed when I was 19 were also there and the only people in color. They also looked incredibly young. There was a bright white light behind the crowd that seemed a small distance away. I kept asking, “Why can I see you all?” over and over with no response. I never felt anger, pain, hot, cold, fear, or anything negative, just sadness in my Godmother’s eyes. I awoke days later in the ICU.
When I woke up, I told my mother how my relatives looked and she told me they looked like that years before I was born.
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