When my husband was in the hospital after his massive heart attack, I had many spiritual experiences. My husband experienced near death as he went into cardiac arrest in our living room on May 4, 2011. He left the house in ventricular tachycardia, a fatal heart rhythm. The medics had used the defibrillator several times before they wheeled him out of the house on the gurney. I remember his dark blue face as they took him. I am forever grateful to the wonderful medics from Mint Hill Fire Department and Robinson Fire Department who took care of my husband and then stayed with me to help make a plan to get to the hospital. And Lia Schwinghammer who came to my rescue and drove us to the hospital and stayed with us until I got to see Don like 4 hours later. She was one of my many angels and I had many, so I will just thank all my family and friends here. I am also thankful for the cath lab at Presbyterian Hospital in Charlotte and the entire team who fixed his occluded arteries with stints allowing him to be with my here today, nearly 5 years later.
He spent 4 days in the CCU and then 8 more days in the step down unit. I had family helping my kids at home and I would wake up usually before 4 am and head to the hospital each morning and spend the entire day with him and come home in time to put my 2-year-old to bed. It was a crazy time and yet my priorities have never been so focused in my life as they were for those 12 days. My husband was disappointed that he did not remember experiencing “seeing the light”. I told him that I saw it for him. I really do believe that.
I don’t even know how to begin to explain the spiritual experiences.There were many. The first one was at home. I called 911 and 5 minutes after the medic arrived, my husband went into cardiac arrest. The medics immediately moved me and my three children out of our living room. I vividly recall taking the children to the stairs off our kitchen and sitting down with them and tapping. I have since decided that the only way I was able to calmly sit with them and use EFT, was because Don’s soul guided us. Later, when he was recovering in the hospital, I vividly recall being in the cafeteria getting food and hearing a song being piped into the cafeteria and I knew it was Don speaking to me.
The biggest experience was around day 8 or 9 after going with only 3 hours of sleep each night. Because, the first night at home after his heart attack, I awoke after 3 hours with a horrible dream reliving the experience and I told myself I wasn’t going to do that again. I did not consciously choose to not sleep more than 3 hours but that is what then happened. So by day 8, I was very sleep deprived and living on adrenaline, and maybe even having blood sugar issues or just panic attacks.
I had this one night at home where I felt panicked and scared and I called my good friend and EFT mentor and therapist, Jan Luther. It was very early in the morning, too early to make a phone call, yet I decided to call her. I heard the line pick up yet there was no one there on the other side, I began talking. I have no memory of what I said but all I know is there was silence, no dial tone, no one talking, just silence. I think I tapped and talked. Later, I talked to Jan about it and she told me the phone rang, she picked up and no one was there and so she hung up the phone and began tapping, because she knew someone needed her to do that. She hung up the phone, yet I heard no dial tone. We both knew that was spirit at work.
Just last month, my father had back surgery for his spinal stenosis. He had the surgery on a Friday and I showed up at the hospital at 5:30 am to meet my parents to help my mom navigate the hospital system. Surgery went well, took a little longer than expected because it was worse than the doctor had thought from the MRI and he took longer in recovery because of breathing issues. We got to see him for a few minutes in recovery area but he was in a lot of pain but they couldn’t give him too much pain medication because they needed his breathing to improve. An hour later, he was in his room and we went to visit with him. He did well that day, he had to lay flat for 24 hours as a precaution but then the next day even got up with the nurse and walked to the bathroom. I left after dinner Saturday night, with the plan to return in the morning again. I woke up at 3:45am. I have been waking up early for many weeks, most like from peri-menopause but usually after at least 5 hours of sleep. I woke up and looked at the clock and said, “Why am I waking up now?” I had been asleep for like 3 or 4 hours. I knew it was strange. I should have gotten up. I went on my phone like I usually do when i wake up early, using it in the dark in my room. I got a text from my mom who had seen my posting on Facebook and so she texted me. It was 4:11am:
I’m in the family waiting room while they put restraints on Dad. Med Dr saw him then They gave him something for hallucinations and for blood pressure. Thought he finally fell asleep when he awoke and starting lashing out violently. He is having some kind of psychotic meltdown. REally scary to see him like this.
I immediately replied to my mom
Oh mom. I’m so sorry. I’m awake. I’ll just shower and come in. It’s going to take time for the meds to clear out of his system. (We new he was reacting to anesthesia and/or medications.)
My mom was surprised how quickly I arrived, less than an hour after her message. I showered and gathered my things for the day and drove to the hospital. It was 4:45 am, no traffic, easy drive and plenty of parking. I walked into the lobby at 5:13am. She didn’t realize I had experience with this from the 12 days I spent going to the hospital to be with my husband. I also had the strong feeling through my dads 5 day hospital stay that this was in part the reason that I became an Occupational Therapist.
It helps that I texted all of this on my iPhone and therefore have all the times of our conversation including the when she texted me, and I let her know when I got in the car to head to hospital and again when I arrived in the lobby. As I read these posts, I see that she had also contacted me at 12:27am via text because my dad was asking for me. I was asleep and didn’t see those texts until morning. I can share that in another post. I talked to my dad tonight to get his permission to share this story and he is happy to sit with me and tell me more so I can share more of it. He believes he was talking to God and telling God to decide about leaving his body or staying. I believe that he did experience that as well. More on that for another post.
My dad slept all morning. They had to put him in 4 point restrains and give him Haldol which is an injectable antipsychotic. He had kicked a nurse. It was weird seeing my dad in his hospital bed in restraints. AFter talking to my mom when I got to the hospital, I had told her to get some rest. The waiting room had a couch. I went to sit with my dad to be there when he woke up. I was able to explain to dad as he was waking up that he was in restraints and he was calm. Later when he was fully awake, he shared the experience with us. He actually remembered the psychotic episode and described what he experienced. he also appologized to all the nursing staff that saw him for the next few days. I will just summarize: he explained feeling like he was in a box and there were bad guys trying to hurt him and he had to get away. He explained it with much more detail but I don’t want to misquote him. But he also told me he heard me laughing. He couldn’t see me or get to me but he heard me laughing. As the day progressed, he continues sharing about what he remembered in detail from his Psychotic episode. I wondered if some of what he was sharing was also from when he was under anesthesia for his back surgery (3 hours) as well as the 3 hours he spend in recovery getting his breathing back to normal before he could be moved to a room.
It didn’t occur to me right away, but then I realized some things. I woke at 3:45 am which is when my dad had his psychotic episode and I knew it was odd that I woke up. Looking back, I should have realized it was my dad. But then I got ready quickly and grabbed my things and headed out in the car at 4:45 am. I turned on the radio and “Crazy Train” was playing on the radio. I laughed out loud. I switched stations and heard, “Take a Walk on the Wild side”. I had the instant feeling like I did when Don was in the hospital, that my dad’s spirit was speaking to me. Hearing these two songs both playing at the same time on 2 different local stations tickled me. I talked to my dad out loud in the car, laughing as I did. And sending positive energy and love to my dad. Cause, I am weird like that and I talk out loud in the car. I really do, all the time. My favorite thing to do is scan stations to find a song that fits my mood. I never listen to commercials, ask my kids and Don, I am always scanning for a song, a good song.
Wow! I was laughing out loud in the car and my dad heard me!
Some would call this coincidence yet as a student of Unity, Neale Donald Walsch, Conversations with God books, and just my own personal spiritual beliefs, I don’t believe in coincidences. It all has meaning, at least the meaning we give it. I believe on a spiritual level, we are creating our reality, all of it.
Creation is energy and all of life is energy.