On December 16, 2005 I died...
I was being operated on for tumors on my ovaries. During surgery, I died on the operating table. I felt myself leave the table. I floated to the ceiling. I could hear the doctors working on me, trying to revive me. I looked down and saw my body lying lifeless on the table.
I was at peace. No more worries or concerns. Life was over. I was very happy.
As I floated over my body, I knew I had to return. I knew my work was not complete. I heard the doctor yell “clear,” and knew it would only be a matter of time before I was again in my body.
The second time the doctor yelled “clear,” I returned to the table...
Those few seconds changed my life. It became clear that the life I had known was no longer possible. I had to begin to live my life; not for those around me, but for myself.
For better or worse, I would be different...
