Ceriusly Ceri

Or Memories of an Amnesiac

The Second Death — September 26, 2017

The Second Death

“You Called 911 and Were Found Unresponsive at Your Residence”…

“…You are in the ICU at Evangelical Hospital”.

Those were the words I heard just after I pulled the mask off my face and the tube from my throat. Terror filled me. I didn’t know where I was or what was happening to me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I was supposed to be in a medically induced sleep for another 12 hours.

My hands were tied down. BUT, the will to live was greater than the ties that held me bound.

I must say in retrospect, there was immediately a cool half dozen medical professionals attending me. A nurse later told me there was no foreseeable way I could have gotten my hands on my face. BUT, the will to live was greater than the ties that held me bound.

My last memory was calling 911, grabbing my purse which is always ready for the ambulance ride, opening my front door and collapsing. I couldn’t stand. I was trying to crawl onto my front porch so they could be sure to find me. This was the fifth time I had called 911 since June 13th. You’d think they would know me by now.

I couldn’t reach the handle on the storm door. I could see my body there on the floor with my hand on the window. My eyes were just level with the bottom of the glass so I could see the police car stop in front. That was noon.

I was intubated. I’ve heard that word many times, but believe me, you don’t fully understand the meaning of it. It was 9 PM when I pulled the tube from my throat. Then began the most horrific 12 hours I have ever spent, and I have been through a lot.

This was not the first time I have experienced near death. I have been sick off and on for a little over 3 years. February 10th, 2016 at 8:05 in the morning was the first time I called 911. I simply stopped breathing. I lay down on my floor and died. Sounds dramatic but there is no other way to say it. I was immediately in the Light of God’s Presence. Oh, I know there are those who will say I was hallucinating or some such other excuse to discount the experience, but those who Believe with me know that Light is a reality. God gave me a second chance that day.

God gave me a third chance this past Monday, September 18th at 12 noon. How many chances do I need?

Why am I even writing this? I’m probably rambling but I don’t care. I need to get it down. Every chance is a chance to say something, to do something to be something different…better? more? for whatever reason.

The Will to Live is stronger than the things that hold me bound. How dare I abuse God’s gift with junk food and unhealthy habits? Random thoughts I guess.

How did I get to this point? The first time the devil tried to take my life I was unborn….

Day Three, January 7 — January 16, 2018

Day Three, January 7

This is Day 3 of the rest of my life. My Dear and Beautiful friend Betty, (my Mom’s 92-year young neighbor), invited us to lunch today. She made homemade mac and cheese, lima beans drowning in butter, pickled eggs and beets, and biscuits. Her friend added a roast pork loin which was melt in your mouth tender.

Those are all foods I love and need to give up most of them. I am determined with God’s Help and Guidance I will use food and exercise to heal my body, which is His temple. I am learning as I go. I am very thankful to a few friends who have successfully battled autoimmune illnesses and shared books and articles with me so I have a starting point.

As I think back over the last few years I am amazed at how far I’ve come. Actually, as I look back at my life I realize what a miracle I am and how precious is the gift of life. I digress. (LOL I often do that as I type and different thoughts pop into my head).

Anyway, back to day 3. I ate Betty’s wonderful lunch as though it was my last meal so to speak. I actually have too much food in my pantry to get rid of to go cold turkey so I am adding more fruit and vegetables, fresh or frozen of course and will no longer purchase canned and prepared foods as I use what I have. I am trying to keep a very detailed food journal so I can know which foods make me feel bad. So far I have learned some fats are on the no list. I believe sugar and gluten are major causes of inflammation so I am gradually eliminating them from my diet.

**Note added Sunday 1/14 – Today Betty brought us banana cake! I did really well. I didn’t eat it until Monday. 🙂 It didn’t make me feel bad.

More From Day 2 — January 13, 2018
Day 2 of the Rest of My Life —
First Walk — January 11, 2018

First Walk

My first walk outside in a long time. I didn’t make it far, but I DID make it back. My friend Susan wrote a blog recently wrote an excellent blog, The Four Letter Word We All Need to Banish. The word is ONLY. A few years back I would have said I ONLY walked .2 miles. Considering that a week ago I could barely make it to the bathroom, that .2 miles make me feel accomplished. I know my limitations but I also know my God!

“You Called 911 and Were Found Unresponsive at Your Residence”… — September 26, 2017

“You Called 911 and Were Found Unresponsive at Your Residence”…

“…You are in the ICU at Evangelical Hospital”.

Those were the words I heard just after I pulled the mask off my face and the tube from my throat. Terror filled me. I didn’t know where I was or what was happening to me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I was supposed to be in a medically induced sleep for another 12 hours.

My hands were tied down. BUT, the will to live was greater than the ties that bound me.

I must say in retrospect, there was immediately a cool half dozen medical professionals attending me. A nurse later told me there was no foreseeable way I could have gotten my hands on my face. BUT, the will to live was greater than the ties that bound me.

My last memory was calling 911, grabbing my purse which is always ready for the ambulance ride, opening my front door and collapsing. I couldn’t stand. I was trying to crawl onto my front porch so they could be sure to find me. This was the fifth time I had called 911 since June 13th. You’d think they would know me by now.

I couldn’t reach the handle on the storm door. I could see my body there on the floor with my hand on the window. My eyes were just level with the bottom of the glass so I could see the police car stop in front. That was noon.

I was intubated. I’ve heard that word many times, but believe me, you don’t fully understand the meaning of it. It was 9 PM when I pulled the tube from my throat. Then began the most horrific 12 hours I have ever spent, and I have been through a lot.

This was not the first time I have experienced near death. I have been sick off and on for a little over 3 years. February 10th, 2016 at 8:05 in the morning was the first time I called 911. I simply stopped breathing. I lay down on my floor and died. Sounds dramatic but there is no other way to say it. I was immediately in the Light of God’s Presence. Oh, I know there are those who will say I was hallucinating or some such other excuse to discount the experience, but those who Believe with me know that Light is a reality. God gave me a second chance that day.

God gave me a third chance this past Monday, September 18th at 12 noon. How many chances do I need?

Why am I even writing this? I’m probably rambling but I don’t care. I need to get it down. Every chance is a chance to say something, to do something to be something different…better? more? for whatever reason.

The Will to Live is stronger than the things that hold me bound. How dare I abuse God’s gift with junk food and unhealthy habits? Random thoughts I guess.

How did I get to this point? The first time the devil tried to take my life I was unborn….

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