Following a pharyngitis that wasn’t healing, I woke up with a swollen face. My eye was almost completely closed.
I was urgently operated on because I was diagnosed with septicemia, abscesses in my lungs, and I had a clot in the left jugular vein that had a high chance of causing several strokes.
My last conscious memory was my arrival at the operating room and the beginning of anesthesia. At that moment, I didn’t know at all of which kind of pathology I was suffering. I just knew that, seeing the general panic in the surgery room, it must have been very serious.
I was than in total blackness.
Surrounding me was fog. I can distinguish some forms, but they pass me on my right and left side without seeing me.
I review my life, from my infancy until the meeting with my fiancé. The flashes are not flashes, but they resemble big pictures with golden frames and very beautiful moldings. I’m visiting the gallery of my life.
I know that I’m advancing straight forward, pushed by some unfamiliar instinct. There is no space for reason and there is no goal. I have to go forward and that’s all.
Time doesn’t exist.
There is no path, yet I know that I’m going straight forward.
As a background music I hear the song ‘I just call to say I love you’.
Then, something is changing. I’m getting aware of a voice. The voice seems to come from afar; it’s neither a female nor a male voice. It just tells me, ‘Turn right now’ and I have to change my path.
Making a great psychical effort, I achieve making my body move to the right. This is taking an effort, it’s so difficult. I have the impression having to make changing direction to an enormous ship, with just one paddle.
Then I woke up from a deep coma of 8 days.