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In May of 2001 (I was 22) I became very weak; it was hard for me to get around. Trying to swallow was even worse. I went online to find out what was wrong. I'll never forget the day I found my diagnosis. After reading about Myasthenia Gravis and spotting the mortality rate: 80%, I was motivated to find answers. After a few trips to the doctors I was admitted to a hospital. After many tests, my self-diagnosis was proven correct.
I was preparing for the birth of my son via C-Section as my daughter was born the same way two years before that. Prior to the 8 a.m. scheduled delivery, I started to have contractions so they wheeled me into surgery right away. In the 80's, it was still assumed to be dangerous to have normal birth after a C-section.
On that day 18 years ago, just as we reached a grassy area between the hospital and the parking deck, a torrent of tears gushed out of me like a sea of pent up emotion which flowed for several minutes, punctuated by shortness of breath, sad noises, searing emotional pain, helpless, hopeless. My dad stood nearby stoic, dignified and calm as always, but I knew a similar emotional tsunami had been unleashed inside him. He stood and let me get the first waves of despair out so that I could drive us home.
It is March 25, 2002. I am being prepped for surgery. After the nurses put in my IV's in both arms, I remember them asking me to count backwards from 10. I don't think that I made it to 5. I'm not sure how long afterwards, I was outside my body; I remember seeing my body on the operating table.
My experience occurred when I was anaesthetised for a caesarian section and giving birth to my first child. I remember being in a very peaceful, calm, and dark space and aware that I was 'floating' away from my body. I can only describe it as going away at a 45 degree angle but more like moving into a dimension unlike any in our 3 dimensional world.
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