🔥 Key Takeaways
- I experienced a near-death event during childbirth due to amniotic fluid embolism.
- My child faced severe health challenges, including a potentially cancerous tumor.
- I encountered deceased individuals during my near-death experience.
- Our family found solace in faith and good deeds after confronting immense hardship.
The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of antiseptic. Outside, sirens wailed – a constant reminder of the precariousness of life. I was about to stare death in the face.
A Brush With the Other Side
2011 was supposed to be a joyous year. A new baby. A fresh start. But life, as it often does, had other plans. Seventh month. Bleeding. Hospital bed for a month.
Before the hospital, the signs were there. A ceiling collapsing in my office where I had just been. A fall on an icy road. A neighbor’s cat, obsessed with my apartment, plummeting to its death. The universe was screaming at me, but I wasn’t listening.
The Gauntlet
Then, the delivery. Amniotic fluid embolism. The doctor looked grim. My blood pressure dropped. I was hemorrhaging. Death was close. I almost didn’t make it. I had to get multiple transfusions.
I remember floating. Two figures stood by me, faces blurred. I felt calm, detached. It’s as if I was in the lobby of a building, waiting with my PSP. I met the dead. Family, friends. Strangers. They all said the same thing: “You don’t belong here.” My husband’s family burned paper money for our ancestors, a desperate plea for mercy.
Aftermath
Back in the world of the living, the questions lingered. What did I see? What did it mean? A local shaman said I was haunted by the ghost of a woman who died in childbirth.
I’m a scientist. I didn’t really buy it, but how could I ignore the feelings? The experience was something that I couldn’t ignore. Every New Year’s, I find myself in a temple.
My son wasn’t out of the woods either. Premature. Breathing problems. Learning disabilities. Doctors spoke of cerebral palsy. Another wave of panic crashed over me.
A Change in Fortune
Then, something shifted. My career took off. I started excelling at my work. Then, in 2023, my son was diagnosed with tumors. It felt like fate. The wheel was still turning. It felt as if we were cursed.
Even the doctors seemed pessimistic. But our family didn’t give up. We found the right doctors, the right treatments, the right spiritual guidance. We had to seek a sort of spiritual balance, and it was hard to do.
We sought answers in faith, in Buddhist teachings. It changed everything. The kid pulled through. A family friend who became our child’s godmother also unexpectedly became pregnant.
Acceptance
Life isn’t fair. It’s messy. It’s chaotic. But it’s also beautiful, in its own twisted way. Maybe there are forces beyond our understanding. Maybe we’re all connected. Maybe karma exists.
I don’t have all the answers. I just accept it. The good, the bad, the ugly. I want to start sharing my experiences with people. If I can tell my story, maybe I can help others, too.
