posted on Jul, 2 2015 @ 08:43 PM
My husband and I celebrated our 23rd wedding anniversary today. When we went out to a nice supper club for dinner, we got to talking about his
experiences last October. I made a remark how I'm so grateful he's even here after last October.
On October 15, 2014, my husband had quadruple heart bypass surgery. He had been having chest pains a couple of days prior, and I took him to the ER.
The surgery was lengthy, about 6-8 hours, and a few hours after I saw him in intensive care, I received a call at 4 AM from the intensive care nurse
telling me they had to take him back in and open his chest back up, because he was bleeding.
About three hours later, the doctor himself called me and told me they got the bleeding under control and all was well. He was heavily sedated and on
a breathing tube for the next 48 hours. For about four days after the initial surgery, he was on the precipice between life and death. Sometime during
this time, he suffered a stroke.
He was unable to feel anything or move his left arm. After about a week, feeling started coming back, and he slowly recovered movement in it. All in
all, he spent nine days in intensive care, two weeks in the hospital, and five weeks in a nursing home going through intensive rehabilitation after
So he was very sick for awhile, and I was beside myself. There was little to nothing I could do for him except to encourage him to hang in there and
never give up. I visited him every day for hours. I damn near wound up in the hospital myself, as I was exhausted and was not eating or taking care of
myself for awhile.
Everything worked out, and he came home to my TLC.
Anyway, he has told me many stories of "dreams/hallucinations" he had while in the hospital about friendly people attending to him in a hot
tub/steam room where he was able to relax and hang out. These same people checked him into a hotel/spa setting where he was able to get away from the
hospital for awhile. I always smiled and nodded, reminded him he was on some very heavy duty pain meds, antibiotics, and practically every drug under
the sun to keep him alive those nine days he was in intensive care.
He specifically described how these people looked, and they didn't look like any of the doctors/nurses/CNA's in the hospital. He talked about
several lengthy conversations in which they gave him advice about taking better care of himself after he got home. They admonished him about what
would happen if he did not take proper care of himself. He mentioned that several of these people didn't seem like your average doctors or nurses. A
number of them were of older age, and didn't seem to be in the medical profession.
What he told me when we were out to dinner blew me away. He mentioned that these people may have been ghosts - people who died in that same intensive
care unit who were trying to help him stay on the right side of the grass as it were. I was in tears. I'm just so grateful that we were able to
celebrate our wedding anniversary instead of me being a widow. I wonder if these people were indeed helpful ghosts. I'm a skeptical person by nature,
but I really believe now that these weren't merely hallucinations, but actual ghosts helping him to recover.
He described things so vividly. Yeah, he was on a lot of drugs while he was in intensive care. Who knows?