Larry & Ron, I know exactly how you feel, in june '94 while in coma after surgery to remove a pituitary tumor, I was also sent back and told my work was not completed. I believe that work to be spreading the word of Angels and GOD. It dosen't matter what faith a person follows there are 2 constants GOD and Angels 15 years later i still get contacted out of the blue via the internet by persons facing these terminal illnesses. I believe a Positive attitude and a deep faith may not get a cure but will definately prolong you time on earth and give you a beter quality of life to the end, This is the message I give to all who contact me.
This following story written by my wife in 1998, about her experience of the 10 days I was in coma.
Lifted Up By Angels
My husband had been in a coma in intensive care for the ten days after his surgery to remove a brain tumour. There were many tubes leading into and out of his body and he was on life support machines. He lay naked under a sheet so that medical treatment could be administered easily and quickly. The doctors, interns and social workers had been preparing me for the need to turn off his life support, as he was, in their opinion brain dead. However, I held out on making this decision as I was not convinced of this.
For the past three days, when I first entered his room and kissed his bare chest I noticed a slight movement on one of the monitors. I believed that this was a sign from him and his guardian angel that he was still able to recognise me: that he was not brain dead.
Three hospital specialists and their seven attendant interns tried to persuade me one last time that it was time to make the decision. I felt intimidated by the combined knowledge and power of these people, but was sure in myself that my husband was not brain dead, and again explained how he was responding to my presence each morning. They asked me to show them there and then that a touch from me could show up on one of his monitors. And kindly explained that it was no longer in my hands. That they would be making the decision to terminate life support.
My husband had never responded to my kiss at any time other than first thing in the mornings, so I felt really apprehensive. As I stood on the left side of his bed I leant close to his ear and affirmed loudly and clearly that it was time to wake up now. That his time of rest in the care of God's angels must come to an end. That he should now come back to Earth to be with me and our son. Then I leaned over and kissed his chest and lay my head just above his heart. I held my breath and waited - I did not look at that monitor. I prayed silently and asked God to let his angels do something, anything, to prove that my husband was alive.
Then I heard a gasp from the medical men and women at the end of the bed, as his left arm, complete with tubes and wires, lifted up and came to rest on my head.
That was in 1994. My husband is alive and well today and remains in remission.
Yes this did happen.
Damien
Ps. Larry, Jo and I would love to hear your tale of meeting the Lord and what it meant to you, D.