you have a not finished your plan you have a fight coming and you need to get yourself together, people need you." We talked a bit more, but that is what stands out. I assumed the fight was getting clean. No one was counting on me, I was single, no kids, only child, my Mom was alive but we hadn't talked in a long time. I had a great job, but I wasn't curing cancer. Anyway this all seemed like 5 to 10 minutes. I woke up intubated, with a catheter and a diaper and a kinda WTF was that. My Mom was there and I learned I had been in a coma for 9 days.

I didn't yet know the people who would be counting on me and the fight is just beginning.

My Mom and I are very close and have been since.

This is very personal to me. There is definitely something on the other side and I no longer fear death but I don't seek it out either.

God bless us all