I remember bits and pieces of the 10 days when I was in intensive care. My oxygen levels were in the 60% range and my kidneys were failing. My blood pressure was critical. I remember thinking that I did not want to die. I wanted to live for my family. There was a glowing figure on the side of my bed the entire time. I was tired of the fight and begged to die. I thought I was sitting up and rising off the bed. I could see a very distant light at the end of a very dark and long tunnel. I kept trying to focus on the light and felt distressed because I could not get closer to see what was there. I then remember being forcefully shoved backwards to the bed and the glowing man said, ‘Not now. You are like Lazarus.’ (Lazarus is the biblical character that was brought back from the dead by Jesus.) I was told, days later, that I had never sat up in bed. I was not expected to live and had the lungs of someone who would only be seen in autopsy. I felt tingly for days after, like my cells were energized.
