I asked the main treating physician 2 days ago.
I asked him if I would be the unusual case that he would talk about at 80 when he needs stories to tell.
His words - hell no, I am already talking about your case now.
I didn't know this but between the drugs, oxygen even dropped to 28,...
Etc etc.
He says I flat lined twice! He says not long, but long enough that there's no activity, and then heart and breathing would restart again. And it would happen before they could shock me back to life.
So no definitely was NOT my time to go!
Pretty damn incredible dying and coming back to life - twice. Your own story to tell your grandkids.
Has your experience changed your perception towards life? Does it make you want to appreciate every moment?