On July 10, 2010, I had surgery on a torn tendon in my right hip. It was a long and unusual surgery that required going into my hip and tying the tendon back onto the bone from which it has dislodged. I was on a lot of pain medication and was dizzy after the surgery. I was in the hospital for two nights and wanted to get home, so I was released on July 12.
I was walking with a crutch, as I had no could not put any weight down on the right. At home, I was to start physical therapy with a hip machine for 7 hours a day. In between the therapy, I used "ice pants" to take the swelling down. There was a lot of pain and I walked with crutches in my apartment.
On the morning of July 13, my son left early to go to work and a friend was coming over to stay with me for the day. I couldn't really be alone, as I couldn't do anything for myself at that point. I did want to try to make a cup of coffee, so I went to the kitchen at around 8 am, while waiting for my friend.
I started to feel dizzy, and wanted to get back to bed. I should have sat down in a nearby chair, but I thought I could make it to the bedroom. Just as I got to the bedroom, I passed out, and veered right, slamming my face and head into the doorjamb on the way down. I landed, face down, on the carpet and was there for an estimated 40 minutes. I don't remember anything past the time that I fainted.
In the fall, I had fractured my jaw, skull and ocular bone, and there was a brain bleed. I bled out through my nose during the time that I was passed out. At some point, I opened my eyes and felt a presence lifting me up off of the carpet. It put it's hands around my waist and hoisted me up, very gently. I remember seeing myself on the carpet, in a pool of blood around my head, and being alarmed, but calm at the notion that I was being taken care of in that moment.
Whatever was lifting me got me to my feet and I went directly to the phone and called 911. I then sat in a chair and waited. The ambulance came (I don't know how long it took) and whisked me off to the emergency room. I don't remember anything until I opened my eyes in the emergency room to see my son. I said his name and went back to sleep. The whole day was like that.
When my son found out that it was a brain injury, he had me transferred to Columbia Presbyterian (Weill Cornell) and I spent the next four days in ICU. Since I had had a seizure, I was on Dilantin and tons of pain killers. My face was battered and bruised, but I was able to go home once they got me walking (with crutches). I always had someone with me from that time forward.
No one has confirmed that I "died" during that episode. But I was "gone". And there was no way that I could have gotten up off the floor in the condition that I was in (hip). I remember floating up with the help of the spirit. I saw the spirit in my mind's eye as energy. It didn't have a human form, but the feeling was there and that is something that I will never forget. I believe that I died, and I believe that my angel rushed in.
I know that the spirit that lifted me was my brother, Kenny, who passed in 1995. I knew it right away, and it wasn't strange or weird but only loving. What I learned is that the spirit remains, and the love remains. I always missed my brother, but I never "missed" him after that. I know he's with me, and I know he's watching over me for my best interest.
I received a lot of peace and comfort from my experience. Hard as it was, I would never trade that experience for anything.