Hey.. 2.5 years into the fight on on a nasty stage 4 cancer.
Chemotherapy had me very very near death twice. " got sickest person in hospital award"
I could have died in my recliner and not cared the least, my wife drug me into hospital. Neutropenic fever is an easy way to die, and a beast to recover from.
Experiences. I am young 50 something farmer with earth based views. ( no heaven/hell stuff for me) No fear of death none. I am just a critter.
Anyway....
I had odd distortions of the trees out the window and my hospital room was distorted. Close to a week I honestly can not discern what was real and what was a dream. That includes hospital staff. I am convinced I talked to people that did not exist.? ( gotta say it it was kinda cool.)
Remind you, I am a throw my corpse in the legal WA state compost pile kind of person.
Speculation on afterlife and all that stuff is not for my simple self.
Live then die, just like every other critter on this planet. IMHO.. no big deal
I’ve heard of hospital staff being alert to someone’s close-demise by the occurence of them (patient) speaking to or reporting seeing deceased loved-ones.
I’m a critter as well, but I’ve some reasons to wonder if there’s a consciousness past this physical one.
I hope there is little or no pain for you;
Both my folks left cause of C and I don’t think there’s many of us who won’t.
I appreciate your forwardness, and it will surely help you to define your own sunset.
But, that’s another time…
Remember that time you said you’d never forget?
(edit)- I’m just trying to relate, and be a friendly reminder that someone/something is always there that will hear you. Weird? Haha, I don’t care about normalcy anymore
