Looking back, it was the first time that anything supernatural or paranormal had really happened to me that stood out. I had thought I had seen things, but then what young girls don’t. The date was October 30, 1983. I had waked up at 3:30 in the morning with a headache so bad, I was screaming.
I had not been feeling well since the middle of September. At first, I just felt like my knees were giving out on me when I tried to walk or run. My parents just thought I was trying to get out of PE class, even though I had always been athletic. I seemed to have the flu a lot, with a fever. However, it was the coldest winter I had experienced in Colorado Springs. Mom called the hospital a couple of times, but they had told her not to worry about it, and just put me in a lukewarm bath. I had a lot of bruises, but I had always been clutzy. I had been known to skin the same knee three or four times a week. My parents did not really notice that I was paler than usual, because they are darker complected and I have always been pale.
Toward the middle of October, I began to feel as though I had knots on my head. I kept asking Mom and Dad to feel my head because I thought I had knots on my head, but there were none. Then, the headaches started. I have migraines now, and they are nothing like the way my head hurt then. Some where in the middle of all of this, my dad said “It is leukemia.” Although Mom and I had read a book called “A Thousand Cranes” a year before, we still didn’t understand what leukemia was. Mom asked Dad, “What is leukemia?” But he didn’t know. Then, when I woke up screaming the day before Halloween, Dad said that he had had enough. They took me to St. Francis Hospital in Colorado Springs. Those were the days when they actually had emergency ROOMS, not emergency partitions. I remember laying on the table that was in the middle of the room. The nurses took my blood, and the doctor was in and out of the room looking at me and talking to my parents. The entire time, I was walking around the room, looking at myself laying on the table. I remember standing behind my mother while she made phone calls, asking about the medical history in our family, although I was still laying on the table. And I was watching from the corner of the room when the doctor came in and said that he was 99.9 percent sure that I had leukemia, but they couldn’t do anything for me there. However, there was a pediatrician oncologist at Penrose Hospital.
I sat in my father’s lap while they were registering me. However, I distinctly remember sitting on the floor with my back against the partition. My head and stomach hurt so bad, I couldn’t stand it. If I could have been thinking anything through the pain, I would have thought that I was dying. I would have been right.
At first, they put me in a room with eight beds. Mom and Dad’s friends, Ilene and Harvey came, as well as Ilene’s mom, Fran. They were going to run down to the cafeteria for food, because it was late in the afternoon and they had not had anything to eat or drink since 3:30 that morning. Before they left, Fran put a rosary in one hand and a statue of the Baby Jesus in my other hand. While they were gone, I remember walking around the room. I turned on all of the television sets, because I had never seen remote control before. My body never moved off the bed. I watched me lay on the bed as the nurse came in. She asked if I was hungry. I moved my head once, to signal “no.” She asked if I wanted some ice-cream. Same movement.
Mom and Dad had not been gone for more than five minutes, although it seemed like all the time in the world had passed. Soon after they returned, I was rushed into the intensive care unit, and was hooked up to a heart monitor, an I.V. and a few other machines. Then, they started my first blood transfusion. That transfusion hurt almost as bad as the headaches. My mother kept walking back and forth from the bed to the sink so she could put hot rags on my arm to try to make it hurt less. All these years, I thought that transfusion hurt so bad, a lot more than the other blood and platelet transfusions I had, because my soul was lost between worlds.
Twenty years later, I learned it was because I had no blood in my body, and my blood vessels had tightly constricted to get what little blood I had circulating. After a bone marrow the next day, I was officially diagnosed. I have Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia. The night before, I had so little blood in my body, that my heart would have given out if I had gone much longer without a blood transfusion, because it was working so hard to push what little blood I had through my body.
That was the last time my soul ever left my body without me meditating and going places on purpose. It is also when I started seeing Shadows from the Past as clearly as I see physical beings.
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