I told this story to my Facebook friends just yesterday and I want to share it with you as well....
Yesterday morning I woke up crying, tears streaming down my face, heart pounding, racing and wondering what this "vision" in my dream could have meant. In my dream I was hugging my mom so tightly I could actually feel her body against mine and the wetness of her tears on my face as we embraced. I remember telling her over and over, how much I loved her. (My mom died in 2004 and she has visited me several times in my dreams throughout the years but her presence had never been so strong and/or so vivid as it was this time.)
So today as I was washing the evening dishes, it came to me.....tomorrow, December 11, marks the date I underwent OHS for the 2nd time....37 years, 1975 and my dear mother and my sister accompanied me on that journey.
Here is what I posted in FB:
Thirty-seven years ago, I was being flown to Houston on emergency status, for what would be my 2nd Open-Heart Surgery. I was in the final stages of CHF (Congestive Heart Failure); had gained over 35 lbs. of access water build-up; had been in bed for 3 months, unable to eat or drink much of anything. I had to be in a sitting position at all times, even in bed, because lying down felt like I was drowning and I could not breathe.
While in flight, the flight attendants would come by and ask my mom and/or my sister, if I was going to make it. My mom and sister just held back tears and shrugged their shoulders.
After arriving at St. Luke's in Houston, I was whisked away immediately for emergency surgery. I remember seeing all the knives, clamps, trays, tubes, etc., on the tables surrounding my gurney. The doctors and nurses were all in their gowns and ready for the drama. IV's were being put in place, the front of my chest was being swabbed and readied. My surgeon came in, bent down and said, "I'm going to do the best I can sweetheart" and then the blessed blackness overtook me.
The next time I remember, I could hear a faint, warm and familiar voice telling me, "you made it darling". It was the voice of my momma. Now I know "why" she visited me night before last.....yes mom, I'm still okay.
My dream makes perfect sense now!
Yesterday morning I woke up crying, tears streaming down my face, heart pounding, racing and wondering what this "vision" in my dream could have meant. In my dream I was hugging my mom so tightly I could actually feel her body against mine and the wetness of her tears on my face as we embraced. I remember telling her over and over, how much I loved her. (My mom died in 2004 and she has visited me several times in my dreams throughout the years but her presence had never been so strong and/or so vivid as it was this time.)
So today as I was washing the evening dishes, it came to me.....tomorrow, December 11, marks the date I underwent OHS for the 2nd time....37 years, 1975 and my dear mother and my sister accompanied me on that journey.
Here is what I posted in FB:
Thirty-seven years ago, I was being flown to Houston on emergency status, for what would be my 2nd Open-Heart Surgery. I was in the final stages of CHF (Congestive Heart Failure); had gained over 35 lbs. of access water build-up; had been in bed for 3 months, unable to eat or drink much of anything. I had to be in a sitting position at all times, even in bed, because lying down felt like I was drowning and I could not breathe.
While in flight, the flight attendants would come by and ask my mom and/or my sister, if I was going to make it. My mom and sister just held back tears and shrugged their shoulders.
After arriving at St. Luke's in Houston, I was whisked away immediately for emergency surgery. I remember seeing all the knives, clamps, trays, tubes, etc., on the tables surrounding my gurney. The doctors and nurses were all in their gowns and ready for the drama. IV's were being put in place, the front of my chest was being swabbed and readied. My surgeon came in, bent down and said, "I'm going to do the best I can sweetheart" and then the blessed blackness overtook me.
The next time I remember, I could hear a faint, warm and familiar voice telling me, "you made it darling". It was the voice of my momma. Now I know "why" she visited me night before last.....yes mom, I'm still okay.
My dream makes perfect sense now!
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