I write a wide variety of genres about people, places, things, and animals. Some are factual and fictional articles. This is a true story.
Have you ever had a near-death experience; I've had several, but was only visited by my "Guardian Angel" once. This is a true story!
On October 12, 2019, I was transported by ambulance to Baptist Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee by ambulance, with severe chest pains. Even though I had already had three heart attacks in the past, open-heart surgery, and many, many stents, I was hurting more than I had hurt with any of them, and was near death.
Dilaudid Gives Me Relief
After arriving at the emergency room, the staff began running tests, and after an EKG, they told me it didn't appear I was having any heart trauma. I immediately told them my EKG's usually don't show heart problems, unless I am already having a heart attack, and told them if they sent me home, I would die.
They first gave me morphine for my excruciating chest pain, which radiated into my jaw, left arm, and left rear back. It didn't help, even after they gave me three doses. I was constantly yelling, and telling them they were letting me die. They finally gave me two injections of Dilaudid, which gave me a little relief, and they sent me to ICU.
When the cardiologist came into ICU that day, he said my pain was probably due to many small blockages I had in my tiny vessels, which they could not cath. They knew they were there due to previous caths and procedures.
The doctor said he planned to send me home on some new medication, which hopefully, would break up some of the tiny blockages. At this time I again told them I would die if they sent me home, and my son asked if there was anything else that could be done for me, and the doctor said, he didn't think so, and that the medication should help.
I'm Lying in Bed Dying
The scenario was, "I'm lying in bed, dying and they won't take me to the cath lab to find out what my problem is when only continued doses of Dilaudid relieves only a portion of my pain." Finally, after several hours of me begging for pain relief, the doctor consulted with my cardiologist, and I was told I would be going to the cath lab on Monday; bear in mind, this was Saturday morning!
All weekend I lay there in bed with medication being given to me continually. I was finally taken to the cath lab at about 2:00 p.m. on Monday, where they found a massive blood clot in my heart. They were able to get part of it out as I lay there watching them do it on the monitor. Even though I had been given a strong sedative, the procedure was still very painful, and they were only able to remove a small portion of the clot and decided to give me blood thinner and something that should loosen the clot, so it could be removed on Wednesday.
The Angel and the Urinal
As mentioned, they had to do two different heart caths on separate days to get all my clot, but between the caths, I was lying in ICU and needed my urinal, so I called for a nurse. Shortly, a dark-skinned female came to my room. She was beautiful, with a mesmerizing smile. She was wearing a full-length coat, but I could see what appeared to be a blue nurse's uniform under it. When she asked me what I needed in a foreign accent, which sounded like a Mediterranean dialect, I told her and asked her where she was from, and she said what I thought was "Canaan." She then gave me my urinal, smiled and left.
At first, it didn't hit me, but then came the brick-wall. There is no longer a place called "Canaan." I knew it was a very sacred place for the Israelites; their new homeland, thousands of years earlier, so it struck me, "She was a messenger from God!" When I began asking other nurses if they had someone working there who claimed to be from "Canaan," they said, "no," and were fascinated when I told them what had happened. I, of course, thought she was a messenger from God, letting me know everything would be alright.
My Guardian Angel
I was so happy and excited I told all the nurses, doctors, friends, and family about my visitor from Canaan, and they were in awe. Some, I am sure thought I was hallucinating. This went on until the next day when a nurse who I had not seen came in, and I again told her of my "epiphany," and described the angel. She smiled and said, "Oh, you met the nurse from "Kenya!" Then to my embarrassment, I realized I had misunderstood, "Kenya" as "Canaan. It took the rest of the day for me to tell everyone that my visitor was a living, breathing mortal, but it made me feel so much better, believing she was my "Guardian Angel," I still consider her my guardian angel! I am home from the hospital, and feeling good!
© 2019 Gerry Glenn Jones