aussie_girl88
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Thank you. I do not handle graphic pictures well at all or even horror movies. Thank the Lord I have not seen anything like this in real life. I have lost many in my time but when my grand daddy passed on I was right there and he was finally at peace.
It helps that I very strongly believe in heaven. I was very ill a couple of years ago and was in the ICU. My momma and the nurse were sitting in the room. There was another patient in another bed to my right. I looked up and there were two soldier looking men in uniform standing between the beds facing me. Both young and handsome and they looked very much alike. I knew they were there for me and even asked why were they there to take me. They did not even seem to notice me. The nurse ran over and asked my name and what date it was, etc. all of which I knew. In that very moment the patient next to me passed on and the soldiers were gone. Now I was in bad shape and the nurse knocked me out. When I came too a couple of days later I was told that the nurse shared what I saw and the woman's daughter said that her momma had lost two brothers in the war.
Now you do with that what you will.
This gives me peace knowing that Mickey and others are in heaven and we will all be reunited one day with our lost loved ones.
What a beautiful story. Yes I'm an adrenaline junky but there is just some things I cannot stomach. Your story reminds me of one my sister had. My sister is 19 months younger than me. She has suffered from chrohns disease since she was 11, she has been in and out of hospital alot while we were teenagers. She also suffered chronic fatigue and major depression. In October 2006 my sister had spent 3 weeks in hospital due to a flare up on her bowel, and was undergoing a new treatment called infliximab through an IV. At this time I had finished my classes for year 12 and was preparing/studying for my final exams. On the Friday I sat my English exam. That weekend I didn't go into the hospital as I was studying for 4 exams I had the following week (which my sister understood and I had already tried studying in the hospital which was impossible. I remember on the Sunday evening my sister called me crying and I was like what's the matter and she was like I don't know, we spoke for about 30 minutes about silly teenager stuff then my mum came home and I said I'm going to go because mum is home and she didn't want to get off the phone I could tell in her voice but she did (she had spent alot of time in hospital do understood we had to eat/sleep as well and couldn't be there 24 hours a day). My mum (mom) started crying when I got off the phone to my sister and I was like what is the matter and she said that my sister was crying to her and just didn't want her to leave and wanted her to stay the night ( which she couldn't because of my sisters age) and was begging my mum not to leave, my mum had asked her what is the matter and she said I don't know but you can't leave you need to stay. My mum was heartbroken. The following morning(Monday) I had a math exam I went in earlier to revise over formulas and my mum went to talk tothe school about what was happening with my sister. My level coordinator came up to me and gave me forms and said I should apply for special consideration because of my family circumstances and I said no it was fine, I have been able to study and haven't been disadvantaged in anyway. My exam was at 11am. Before the exams we have 15 mintire reading time and then we start writing. During the 15 minute readin time my level coordinator came and got me and asked me to go with her (I was freaking out big time I thought they were trying to accuse me of cheating), I went to her office and as I walked in my mums best friend was sitting there( I was like what?). My mums best friend told me that this mining when my mum went Into the hospital there were all screens up and heaps of people where my sisters room was. ( still to this day she thinks she went to the room so she didn't have to go through that trauma. My sister had a cardiac arrest and they had revived her my mum had to sign a consent form for surgery and apparently my sister was screaming dot give me a bag let me die ( a colostomy bag something that was discusse and he said she refused to get). I was told that I was needed at the hospital because they weren't sure what was wrong with my sister as she arrested again and the doctors didn't think she was going to make it. When I got to the hospital all my family was there ( and I was a bit annoyed that my mum hadn't wanted to tell me sooner due to my exam and I may have missed the opportunit at saying goodbye to my sister). When I first saw y sister in the ICU she was inhubated, and had tubes coming from everywhere I was so overwhelmed. I was holding her hand and noticed on her arm that there was a major bruise and found out that they had using extend adrenalien into the skin at one stage ( eventually this killed her skin and she had to have t cut out and skin grafts and it kinda looks like a shark bite). My sister was put in a coma for 4 days. Those days were hell, my mum was a zombie she wouldn't eat or tAlk it was so hard. When I'd hold her hand it felt like she was trying to squeeze it and I new she was fighting. They still aren't sure as what happened they think she may of had septic shock but are saying it could have possibly been the infliximab treatment and she still don't know. It was scary. After my sister woke up the first words she said was "I died", mum I'm not scared to die, it was so peaceful there were all these people I saw them around me but I wasn't scared. I wanted to stay in heaven my heaven exists ( we aren't religious) but they wouldn't let me stay they said I had to go and I said no, and then they started pulling at her. My sister always says don't ever be afraid to die there is such thing as heaven. I have heard alot of stories about this and I believe them because I know how skeptical my sister is she is not open to ideas unless there is proof. I'm sorry this is OT I thought I'd share my sisters experience. She is doing very well these days and I give her an injection weekly of methaltrexate, which seems to work wonders for her. I am sure glad that heaven wasn't ready for my sister, he's my only sibling, my best friend and I don't know how I could live without her.