I was five months pregnant and already dilating for unknown reasons.

The emergency room staff rushed me to have an emergency cerclage placed on my cervix. After the cerclage was placed via surgical stitches, I was told everything would be okay. The next day my water bag broke in spite of the surgical cerclage. I was rushed back to surgery to have the cerclage removed in order for the baby to be delivered. I was taken to another hospital for the surgical removal of the cerclage. Everyone waited for the baby to arrive. He was born but his lungs were not developed so he was stillborn. I was losing an enormous amount of blood, as the placenta had not come out. On the third day of massive blood loss, I was rushed into emergency surgery for the third time within a three-day period. What I experienced during the surgery was death. How wonderful it was!

During one of my first rock climbing trips to mount Olympus located in Greece, we somehow lost the path to the base of the face. We were amateurs. I was together with two friends.

I wanted to get my way, and held my breath to prove a point. As the darkness came to me, I also took a breath, but resolved not to. So I felt my body drop to the floor, yet I rose and hovered at the ceiling. I saw my sister and mother place me on the bed and felt a tug.

My experience happened during childbirth. My baby weighed 4.2 kg. He was in the wrong position during labour and got stuck; he was a forceps delivery. At the moment of his birth when he was pulled from me, I felt that everything was being pulled from me, from my neck down -- my heart, my lungs etc. It was the most terrible feeling.