Sorry to sound ominous or misleading, but I’ll get to that story in a moment. Just to let you know, this generally isn’t something I like to share with people. In fact, only a handful knows about this – until now.
Twelve years ago, I was hospitalized for appendicitis. What was meant to be a simple outpatient procedure turned out to be a nightmare for my family and everyone involved. Long story short, eight hours after surgery, I went into cardiac arrest. For those of you who don’t know what cardiac arrest is, it’s where your heart stops beating and pumping blood to the rest of your body. It’s synonymous (having the same or nearly the same meaning as another word or phrase in the same language, or closely associated) with clinical death. In other words, I had died. I know what you must be thinking, if I had really died, I wouldn’t be posting this today. This kind of death can be reversible if caught soon enough, don’t believe me? Look it up. Anyway, I will share my experience with you someday, but not in this post. If it brings you comfort, the answer to your question is yes. If I need to explain this then you need not know, but if you know, you need not ask.
For years I questioned why I came back. So many people in my life had perished, yet I came back. It just didn’t seem fair. Did I come back for a reason? Did I have a greater purpose to fulfill? My questions were answered the day I first held my baby girl. I understood that there was no greater purpose in life than to be a mother. This year, I was given the gift of a second child. While the pregnancy was brutal on my body and I almost died (again) from it, I couldn’t be happier. I have two exceedingly beautiful children and a loving and fine-looking husband.
Had I not come back the first time, I would have never met my husband, had kids, or experienced life. I know I haven’t impacted anyone’s life or left my mark on the world, except for my husband and kids, but it’d be difficult to say for sure until after my passing.
All I know is that without my husband, I wouldn’t have been blessed with gorgeous children, and there’s no telling where he’d be now. As for my parents and brothers, this year would have marked the 12th year anniversary of my death.
So, in the spirit of the holiday, what I’m trying to say is that I am thankful. I know it’s a roundabout way to say it, but I am truly thankful for being alive. What I am most thankful for is to have had the opportunity to be a wife and mother, for there has been no greater joy for me in life.