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In 1998, my Mum had a severe brain aneurysm at age 63. She was comatose and on life
support for several weeks in the ICU at Vancouver General Hospital. Her left internal
carotid artery, in her brain, had ruptured and the doctors told us the chances of her
surviving this were next to nothing. They suggested we each say our last good-byes to her.
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She had aspirated at the time of her
aneurysm and had developed a life-
threatening pneumonia. They could not
perform brain surgery to clip the aneurysm
that had burst, and she also had a second
one that was ready to go, because her lungs
were too bad to take the anesthesia for a 12
hour operation. She was on a respirator and
had what seemed like a 100 IV pumps
attached to her. Every day I visited, and
each time I went to the "chapel," rubbed
water over my head and chest, and recited
Psalm 23, "The Lord is my shepherd..."
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She lost her blood pressure several times and had irregular heart beats, etc; but, each
time they were able to save her. Eventually her pneumonia had improved enough to allow
her to have the surgery. They told us afterwards that 99% of the people who don't get
their aneurysms clipped right away, re-bleed and die. She survived several weeks like
that. She made a complete recovery, without rehab, though she did suffer some vision
impairment due to an infection on her optic nerve, which made her unable to cry anymore.
She told us that during this time in a coma she had very vivid dreams, as she called them,
and the same one all the time. It went like this: She would be walking in a green meadow
and would get to a river's edge. On the other side of the river, she could see silhouettes
of people holding their arms to her, beckoning to her. The only people she could make
out were two young girls, very fair, blond twins that seemed to be illuminated and smiling
at her. She said she felt such a peace from the other side. She kept wanting to go to
them, but then she would turn around to where she came from, because she just felt like
she had to go back. The last time she visited the river, she told them she wouldn't be
coming to see them anymore. They smiled at her and said, "It's OK. We'll see you again
someday."
My Mum passed away September 2007, nine years after this ordeal, and I like to think
that she went into the arms of those "angels." I thought it quite ironic that at the time I
recited that Psalm with the words "green pastures" and "still waters;" and those were two
main components in her (what I think was a near death) experience.
- Janice Dent, BC, Canada
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