QUOTE(soxman352000 @ Mar 10, 2005 -> 07:11 PM)
when i was nine i diagnoised with b-cell lukemia, but no one knew what was wrong with me at first. for about a month i was exhausted and refused to do anything that involved physical activity. My parents took me to the doctor he thought I that I was just depressed because it had been a horrible year for me my grandma ma was diagnoised with breast cancer and she had beeen battling diabetis, Also some close friends to the family had died and other friends became ill. s taking his advise we went to she a psyhcologist(wrong spelling I bet) any way she would sit down and try to find out what was troubling me, but all i would say was I feel sick. Frustrared with me she recommended to my parents to take me to someone who specialized in children. when we went to this lady she decided that i was making myself physically sick through m,y mental state of mind. She evenm accused my mom of making me sick (I think it is a conditioned call Munchousins or something like that.) Any way we stormed out and went back home furious. That night I woke up and vomited. we then decided that there was definatly something seriously wrong with me. we went to the hospital where they took blood test and and Cat scans, but they turned up nothing. After the test we waited in the room for the Doc to come in. Then all of the sudden I past out (probably because of dehidration, I had nopt been drinking the past day or two) but whie I was in this state I had a dream, my grandpa who had died a couple of years earlier was in my dream and he told me that tough times were ahead and that I had to keep fighting and to not give up. The dream ended with him saying to never give up. When i woke up hours later i saw my parents with my grandma and two uncles in the room. I turned to them and said what wrong with me. While I was passed-out the doctors had done a biaopsy revealing that I had cancer. I immediatley began to cry with my mom, but I knew it was going to be alright. The oncologist had arrive saying it was in stage four, one stage before the final one where it would have been almost impossible to treat. I couldn't believe what was happening, but i remained strong and was able to beat it and now it will be 10 years in august since I was diagnoised. that is my near death experience and don't want to ever have another one.
You deserve a hell of a round of applause for that one. Im so happy for you and that everything worked out. I love hearing stories about people overcoming.
As far as I go, I don't recall any near-death experiences except for a couple years ago when I was swimming with my sister and 2 friends and we decided to play chicken. To make a long story short, my sister's leg's wrapped around my neck and almost drowned me when she fell. I don't play chicken anymore.
My father has had 2 life-threatening experiences. 1 was about 10 years ago. He pulled over on the North Side with a flat tire. He SAFELY kneeled down to inspect and a truck driver driving an 18-wheeler and talking on a cell-phone ran over my father. He made it ok but suffered minor brain damage which causes him to have seizures once in a long while (but no for 3 years now thank God! ) and the impact tore all of his ligaments in his right-knee. Amazingly, he walks with only a few ligaments sewn together. The other time was his last seizure in 2001 I believe. He was sleeping and in the middle of the night he had a seizure. He ended up biting a piece of his tongue off and almost choking on it. He also lost memory for the night. I was never so terrified in my life. He didn't remember who I, nor the rest of my family was. He didn't know his name, date, etc. I thank God that he is OK now.
