In December of 2006 each and every one of my family members life had turned up side down. What I want to say is that my parents near death experience provoked a sad emotion I wish to never experience again in my life.
My entire family was in a panic, after receiving the news I just stayed in my room, quiet.It all began with my mother going for a check up at the doctors, she was worried that she felt a lump on her breast. As a child I didn’t know what to think of that...breast cancer? All that came to mind was "death", it turned out that she was diagnosed with stage two breast cancer. Exactly a week went by, and another situation had arose; My dad had gotten an ischemic stroke in his sleep the night before it had been seven days of my mom
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Watching my mothers bouncy brown curls fall out slowly, had to be one of the most depressing things to watch. I used to do my hair every morning in her bathroom and each time she would get out of the shower she would come out with less and less hair.She cherished her hair so much, she thought it was what made a girl looked beautiful, it was important to her which is why it makes me hurt inside when she lost it all.The reason I say the word "most" earlier is because there 's worst things throughout this horrifying …show more content…
My dad...my poor dad, I remember that sad morning so clearly. I used to enjoy waking up really early in the morning with my parents so that I could drink coffee, watch the news, and read a bit of the news paper. This morning was different, my dad woke up with a big headache and I remember his sitting down and holding his left leg because he was in agonizing pain. He held my hand as I sat next to him once again, I was confused and had no idea what was to come. My mother began to panic unaware of his condition and began searching his symptoms online, and just decided to take him to the ER out of panic. After I was told that my dad had gotten a stroke, I barely got to see him. I went from getting picked up by him everyday from school, shopping for groceries with him, and my most favorite thing watching scary movies with him, to watching him die slowly in the hospital.
My perception in life was not all there, I was only eight years old I feel as if that particular year was a blur, I didn’t want to remember anything I saw. I didn’t want to remember my mom throwing up many times, I didn’t want to remember my mom receiving a call that my dad was bleeding to death because he took a pain killer unaware that he was taking a blood
When I was twelve years old, a close friend of mine passed away. At first, I didn’t know how to process what was happening. How can someone I’ve known for the majority of my life be gone? But then it finally hit me. My friend was really gone. There would be no more days challenging
It was a chilly morning in August and my phone kept buzzing in my pocket with news I wish I could change. I was sitting in the parking lot with one of my friends, talking, before we had to go to work. I grabbed my phone to figure out why it was going crazy. It was my mother: “Terrie is not doing very well; I wanted you to know. I am sorry; She’s nearing the end.” I broke down into tears while my friend witnessed it.
I thought nothing of it; my dad had just left to supposedly get some tests done. I knew something was wrong because he had some weird bruises, but something like cancer never crossed my mind. I decided to go to sleep hoping to see dad in the morning. Morning came and I knew something much worse than expected had happened. My aunt came in that morning and said that we needed to talk. That day my sister and I found out that our dad had Leukemia.
Over the next few days, we took it easy. I went back to work. My mom was getting worse as each day went on with a few good days in between, of course. We ended up moving my niece Lexi’s birthday up a few days because we wanted to make sure my mom would be there for it. She, my mom, couldn’t talk as well anymore, but she made the effort to sing for her granddaughter. The day before my niece’s actual birthday, my mom passed away. Her wish had come true, too. She had wanted my dad to be the only one in the room when she went.
Before I deal with Near-Death-Experiences (NDEs), I feel the need to change the term, NDE, as Actual-Death-Experience (ADE) as Parnia insists. That is because those who argue that they experienced the otherworld during receiving resuscitation actually experienced death in a physical sense. So, their experiences should be regarded not as NDEs but as ADEs.
After decades of tests, documentation, and research, some scientists believe that consciousness can prevail even after the body has died. A near-death experience (NDE) is an unusual experience that takes place on the brink of death (Greyson, 2000) and usually involves an out-of-body experience or a vision of a tunnel of light. Although it can be difficult to prove that a near-death experience has occurred, there are tests that provide undeniable evidence that an NDE has taken place. An unbelievable 3% of the world’s population has had an NDE (Choi, 2011). That is an incredibly high percentage when considering that 7 billion people inhabit the Earth. A lot of those people have recounted their experiences and provided absolute proof that their experience took place. These reports have only strengthened the argument that NDEs actually happen and supports the most significant question about NDE research: Can consciousness survive bodily death? Science has proven most phenomena that occurs in everyday life, and has also, for centuries, concluded that nothing occurs after one dies, when in fact, consciousness can prevail, even after the body has experienced conventional death. This can be proven by research conducted to determine what a near-death-experience is, documentation on these experiences by their experiencers, and tests to verify that these experiences have actually taken place.
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
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I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect. I did not know if my father was dead, ...
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