Hi all, I am going to share an experience with you that I have not even told my husband about yet, and I would like your feedback.
Monday I was having alot of bad pain in my right side, almost to the point of going to the hospital, but stubborn as I am, I just ignored it as best as possible. That night Dave and I crawled into bed, I curled into his back as usual, but could not sleep. Then all of a sudden, I was looking down on myself and I could see my eyes open,but I was not breathing or moving, I heard someone (me?God? Angel?) say"Rosa breathe, you are dying" Then all of a sudden I was back in my body and realized what had happened. The only other time that ever happened to me was when I was 17 and took an overdose of all the pills I could find in the house.The same thing happened, I could feel myself letting go, then a voice came to me, and I got myself to call a friend to call my dad back and come to my room and check on me. He got me to the hospital and I puked for hours, getting all the pills out. It was not a panic attack that I had Monday night, I have had enough of those to know the difference. The strange thing is, Tuesday when I got up I only had a tiny pinpoint of pain, and today, none at all. I am not trying to analyize this, just take it in good faith that God has other plans for me, despite this cancer. I am not usually a religious person, but I have started praying in the past few months, and feel so much more at peace after I do. Well, there it is, any suggestions?
Have a good day.
Hugs from Tiger