My second (and third) near death experience
Before beginning this story I have to tell you that I have a phobia of everything connected with hospitals. I can’t even watch a film were there are people suffering with a lot of apparatus, monitors, pipes, wires needles and those sort of things. Probably this is due to the fact that I had several such experiences first hand. I am saying this because in today’s story I am not using any photos or pictures.
If I am not mistaken, it was in my second story that I narrated how when I was seventeen I was injured while I was playing football and this caused me my first near death experience (you can also see story number 6 about this). Since then I had several other close death experiences. I can say that I was unlucky or maybe it’s once destiny. I am saying this because some of these experiences were caused because of mistakes or let’s say that perhaps they could be avoided with a little more attention. But on the other hand, I must admit that I am lucky because every time I went through such experience, I could have easily died but thank God, I am still here in spite of everything that I went through. Eventually, I will tell you about all these unfortunate episodes. Today I am going to tell you about the second time I was on the verge of departing.
It happened about twenty years ago and it is connected with that injury I had when I still was a teenager. As you my recall, I told you that when I was operated the first and the second time in my left leg, the wound would not heal and it took about four years till at last the wound was completely healed. But during these four years, I had to keep my left thigh, just above the knee, where the wound was, bandaged because puss oozed out of it. Several years after, I noticed that I was getting several varicose veins in my left foot. At first I did not bother that much but by time it was getting worse. Besides being unsightly especially in summer when I wear shorts, I used to get what the doctor called Thrombi Phlebitis which means that a clot of blood would block a vein. This was quite hurtful but after a few days or a couple of weeks it would go. Besides, the doctor told me it was not life threatening as this happened in the superficial veins, not in the deep veins.
But as years passed it was getting worse and I was having these clots quite often and they were painful and sometimes I could not walk properly. It also affected me in my work because it hurt and I did not feel comfortable at all.
I went to a consultant and after explaining the whole problem, he said, “Vein stripping is the answer. I’ve done tons of them. It is a very common operation and a straight forward procedure.” I was sort of relieved and after some thinking I decided to go for it because the way he talked seemed that it was an easy operation and I thought that I will put an end to these varicose veins and at the same time stop these clots from hurting me and making my life miserable. He looked at his diary and told me the date of the operation which was to be about a month or so from that day. He gave me some information how I should prepare myself for that day and I left the clinic.
When I told my wife she was not at all happy about it and said that an operation is always an operation and things may go wrong. But I answered that we have time to think about it and if I have second thoughts I will just phone the consultant and cancel our appointment. But it so happened that during that month I had another of those thrombi phlebitis which caused me a lot of pain and I had to absent myself from school for a whole week and of course I did not do any woodwork. I was so frustrated that I decided to do it to get rid of these unpleasant happenings from time to time.
The day of the operation soon arrived. My wife and I went together to the hospital early in the morning. We spent an hour or so waiting till they gave me a bed. Then we waited for my turn to be taken to the operation theater. It was past noon when they came for me. My dear wife was more afraid than I was, I kissed her goodbye and I was off. I remember that I was surrounded by several nurses and doctors. They marked several spots with a marker on my left leg. Then they left and one of the nurses placed a bracket on each side of the operation bed. He stretched my arms on each bracket and tied them with small belts which were attached to each bracket. Then he fixed a needle in a vein in my forearm and told me that soon I will be fast asleep. Soon I passed out.
Then, I do not know how long after. I remember as if in a dream that I was being carried along a corridor. As I was lying face up I saw the ceiling and at that moment I begun to feel as if I was out of breath. In fact I now realized that I could hardly breathe. But they did not notice this and in a few moments I was on my bed in my ward. I was also shivering with cold. My wife was with my daughter the nurse and as soon as my daughter saw me in that state, she was frantic and in a minute there was panic in the room. She told them to bring me a special blanket which was silvery. Then in a loud voice she told the house doctor that I should be taken to ITU (Intensive Therapy Unit) where she worked. Although I was struggling for air and felt as if I was drowning, I could not help but notice that the other nurses and even a couple of doctors obeyed her orders as she was so furious and when she is like this, her tiger character came out at its best or better, worst.
So I was again carried on my bed at a very fast pace to the ITU. There my daughter was 'at home' because she worked in that ward. All the nurses who worked there asked her what was happening. Her answer was, “Tell me where Dr. Walter is ? Please ask him to come here immediately.” And presently he was by my bedside. She told him everything in a few sentences and he started working on me as she held my hand and assured my that I am now in good hands as this doctor was the best and will fix me up. I do not know what the doctor, assisted by my daughter did to me but I was so panicked because I could not breath that I did not feel any pain. I asked for my wife who was stopped from entering the ward but my daughter told me that she was with my sons who came over. After some time I was gaining my breath little by little. Then I must have slept for some time and when I woke up I felt quite well. I was breathing better. My wife was near me and she tried to put a strong face and told me that the worst was over and I was recovering quickly. I realized that it was night by now. Then one by one my sons came to visit me. They all seemed in shock but I assured them that I was feeling better. Although they were told to leave, they all stayed in the waiting room outside the ward except for my daughter because, of course she was a nurse and she worked in that ward.
I must have fallen asleep again because when I woke up it was early in the morning. My daughter was still by my side and I felt much better now. As my daughter told me Dr. Walter was constantly monitoring my progress. Then I saw him coming with a smile and he told me, “You gave us quite a fright because if it was not for your daughter who saw what was happening and acted quickly, you wouldn’t have made it. But now you are alright. In fact I am going to put you off the monitor and they will take you to a normal ward this morning.” He explained to me what he thought caused this to me. He said that as I was on a type of hyper tension pill that slowed my heart beat, my heart could not keep up with the liquid that I was given through the drip and this caused my lung to be flooded with water. This is called pulmonary edema.
Then he began by taking off a long needle which was trusted deep in my lung. I was shocked when I saw it. Then he continued to do he job and in a few minutes I was free from all those pipes and needles and wires…etc. I also could sit down in my bed. Then my wife and my children came over, this time with a smile on their face and they now looked calm.
I was now breathing normally and a Dr. Walter was very satisfied with my progress and he told me that within a couple of days I will be going home. And eventually I was home three days later. I did not feel any pain in my foot and the varicose veins were gone and my breathing was completely normal. I even could go for a short walk outside for some fresh air. But it was not over yet. The worst was yet to come!
It was ten days after the operation that early in the morning I was not feeling that well. I felt that I could not breathe easily. Then I needed to go to the toilet which was only a few meters away from the bedroom. Believe me those few paces to the toilet made me gasp with all my might for air. It was as if I had run a mile. My wife was alarmed seeing me in that state and with the help of my sons I returned in bed and there I breathed heavily till I caught my breath. But I did not recover, I still was out of breathe. In fact I felt that I was going to die. I told my wife to phone our married children to come over to give them my last goodbye. Even as I spoke, I had to fight for air and it seemed that my lung was not functioning. You can imagine the panic which overcame my wife and children. But my wife would never give up on me. She phoned for an ambulance and in a short time I was in hospital. They put me in a special ward. I was surrounded by doctors and nurses. They applied a sort of pump which injected what they called heparin to thin my blood and melt down any blood clots I might have in my lung. I was given oxygen through a mask. Then, all my family who were all waiting outside the ward came around my bed. I could see their worried looks as I puffed and puffed. They did not say anything but they understood that the situation was critical. My wife, with tears in her eyes caught my hand and begged me, “Please don’t die my love!”
Those were critical hours and in that agonizing state they seemed an eternity to me and also to all my loved ones. But as the hours passed I was getting too tired puffing and inhaling oxygen. They gave me a sedative and I must have passed out. In fact it was late in the afternoon when they took me to have a lung scan. Later they told me that my lung was extensively damaged because I got blood clots which were blocking it and making it very difficult for me to breathe. I remember that I was visited by a specialist who was really nice and gentle. He explained to me that after an operation, there was always a chance to get clots and this usually happened about ten to fourteen days after the operation. But he added that I was in a way lucky because if the clot ended up in my heart or in my brain it would have been probably fatal. He explained that with the treatment that I was being given, there was a good chance that the clots would melt away. Besides, as he explained, the lung had the ability to regenerate new passages so as to heal itself.
And this was very true because as days passed by, I begun to recover little by little. In fact after a week I was no more on the danger list. Instead of the heparin they put me on warfarin pills and told me that I have to take them for life. Then they told me not to stay all the time in bed. It was very difficult at first to walk and to walk just across the room was a great achievement. Next I was walking slowly along the corridor, always accompanied by my wife or one of my children. After more than two weeks I was discharged from hospital. I had to take it easy at first, but gradually I improved steadily and after a month or so I returned to my teaching job and a month later I started to work again in my workshop.
This was my second near death experience. As I told you at the beginning of this story, the first one was when I was still a teenager. Then, I was still very young and I made my parents and brothers and sisters and also my girlfriend very worried. By now both my parents were dead. But this time I was a man with a big family and I will never forget those terrible moments, hours and days…. not only because I felt so weak and in pain but because I had all my family so very worried for me. This was another lesson and another experience of life. This made my family more united and each one of us was more loving towards the other. My dear wife and I got even closer and we thanked God that He gave us more time to live and love each other and our dear children.
Quote of the day:
We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and a mystery.
H G Wells
edema.
Then he began by taking off a long needle which was trusted deep in my lung. I was shocked when I saw it. Then he continued to do he job and in a few minutes I was free from all those pipes and needles and wires…etc. I also could sit down in my bed. Then my wife and my children came over, this time with a smile on their face and they now looked calm.
I was now breathing normally and a Dr. Wally was very satisfied with my progress and he told me that within a couple of days I will be going home. And eventually I was home three days later. I did not feel any pain in my foot and the varicose veins were gone and my breathing was completely normal. I even could go for a short walk outside for some fresh air. But it was not over yet. The worst was yet to come!
It was ten days after the operation that early in the morning I was not feeling that well. I felt that I could not breathe easily. Then I needed to go to the toilet which was only a few meters away from the bedroom. Believe me those few paces to the toilet made me gasp with all my might for air. It was as if I had run a mile. My wife was alarmed seeing me in that state and with the help of my sons I returned in bed and there I breathed heavily till I caught my breath. But I did not recover, I still was out of breathe. In fact I felt that I was going to die. I told my wife to phone our married children to come over to give them my last goodbye. Even as I spoke, I had to fight for air and it seemed that my lung was not functioning. You can imagine the panic which overcame my wife and children. But my wife would never give up on me. She phoned for an ambulance and in a short time I was in hospital. They put me in a special ward. I was surrounded by doctors and nurses. They applied a sort of pump which injected what they called heparin to thin my blood and melt down any blood clots I might have in my lung. I was given oxygen through a mask. Then, all my family who were all waiting outside the ward came around my bed. I could see their worried looks as I puffed and puffed. They did not say anything but they understood that the situation was critical. My wife, with tears in her eyes caught my hand and begged me, “Please don’t die my love!”
Those were critical hours and in that agonizing state they seemed an eternity to me and also to all my loved ones. But as the hours passed I was getting too tired puffing and inhaling oxygen. They gave me a sedative and I must have passed out. In fact it was late in the afternoon when they took me to have a lung scan. Later they told me that my lung was extensively damaged because I got blood clots which were blocking it and making it very difficult for me to breathe. I remember that I was visited by a specialist who was really nice and gentle. He explained to me that after an operation, there was always a chance to get clots and this usually happened about ten to fourteen days after the operation. But he added that I was in a way lucky because if the clot ended up in my heart or in my brain it would have been probably fatal. He explained that with the treatment that I was being given, there was a good chance that the clots would melt away. Besides as he explained, the lung had the ability to regenerate new passages so as to heal itself.
And this was very true because as days passed by, I begun to recover little by little. In fact after a week I was no more on the danger list. Instead of the heparin they put me on warfarin pills and told me that I have to take them for life. Then they told me not to stay all the time in bed. It was very difficult at first to walk and to walk just across the room was a great achievement. Next I was walking slowly along the corridor, always accompanied by my wife or one of my children. After more than two weeks I was discharged from hospital. I had to take it easy at first, but gradually I improved steadily and after a month or so I returned to my teaching job and a month later I started to work again in my workshop.
This was my second near death experience. As I told you at the beginning of this story,
the first one was when I was still a teenager. Then’ I was still very young and I made my parents and brothers and sisters and also my girlfriend very worried. By now both my parents were dead. But this time I was a man with a big family and I will never forget those terrible moments, hours and days…. not only because I felt so weak and in pain but because I had all my family so very worried for me. This was another lesson and another experience of life. This made my family more united and each one of us was more loving towards the other. My dear wife and I got even closer and we thanked God that He gave us more time to live and love each other and our dear children.
Quote of the day:
Before beginning this story I have to tell you that I have a phobia of everything connected with hospitals. I can’t even watch a film were there are people suffering with a lot of apparatus, monitors, pipes, wires needles and those sort of things. Probably this is due to the fact that I had several such experiences first hand. I am saying this because in today’s story I am not using any photos or pictures.
If I am not mistaken, it was in my second story that I narrated how when I was seventeen I was injured while I was playing football and this caused me my first near death experience (you can also see story number 6 about this). Since then I had several other close death experiences. I can say that I was unlucky or maybe it’s once destiny. I am saying this because some of these experiences were caused because of mistakes or let’s say that perhaps they could be avoided with a little more attention. But on the other hand, I must admit that I am lucky because every time I went through such experience, I could have easily died but thank God, I am still here in spite of everything that I went through. Eventually, I will tell you about all these unfortunate episodes. Today I am going to tell you about the second time I was on the verge of departing.
It happened about twenty years ago and it is connected with that injury I had when I still was a teenager. As you my recall, I told you that when I was operated the first and the second time in my left leg, the wound would not heal and it took about four years till at last the wound was completely healed. But during these four years, I had to keep my left thigh, just above the knee, where the wound was, bandaged because puss oozed out of it. Several years after, I noticed that I was getting several varicose veins in my left foot. At first I did not bother that much but by time it was getting worse. Besides being unsightly especially in summer when I wear shorts, I used to get what the doctor called Thrombi Phlebitis which means that a clot of blood would block a vein. This was quite hurtful but after a few days or a couple of weeks it would go. Besides, the doctor told me it was not life threatening as this happened in the superficial veins, not in the deep veins.
But as years passed it was getting worse and I was having these clots quite often and they were painful and sometimes I could not walk properly. It also affected me in my work because it hurt and I did not feel comfortable at all.
I went to a consultant and after explaining the whole problem, he said, “Vein stripping is the answer. I’ve done tons of them. It is a very common operation and a straight forward procedure.” I was sort of relieved and after some thinking I decided to go for it because the way he talked seemed that it was an easy operation and I thought that I will put an end to these varicose veins and at the same time stop these clots from hurting me and making my life miserable. He looked at his diary and told me the date of the operation which was to be about a month or so from that day. He gave me some information how I should prepare myself for that day and I left the clinic.
When I told my wife she was not at all happy about it and said that an operation is always an operation and things may go wrong. But I answered that we have time to think about it and if I have second thoughts I will just phone the consultant and cancel our appointment. But it so happened that during that month I had another of those thrombi phlebitis which caused me a lot of pain and I had to absent myself from school for a whole week and of course I did not do any woodwork. I was so frustrated that I decided to do it to get rid of these unpleasant happenings from time to time.
The day of the operation soon arrived. My wife and I went together to the hospital early in the morning. We spent an hour or so waiting till they gave me a bed. Then we waited for my turn to be taken to the operation theater. It was past noon when they came for me. My dear wife was more afraid than I was, I kissed her goodbye and I was off. I remember that I was surrounded by several nurses and doctors. They marked several spots with a marker on my left leg. Then they left and one of the nurses placed a bracket on each side of the operation bed. He stretched my arms on each bracket and tied them with small belts which were attached to each bracket. Then he fixed a needle in a vein in my forearm and told me that soon I will be fast asleep. Soon I passed out.
Then, I do not know how long after. I remember as if in a dream that I was being carried along a corridor. As I was lying face up I saw the ceiling and at that moment I begun to feel as if I was out of breath. In fact I now realized that I could hardly breathe. But they did not notice this and in a few moments I was on my bed in my ward. I was also shivering with cold. My wife was with my daughter the nurse and as soon as my daughter saw me in that state, she was frantic and in a minute there was panic in the room. She told them to bring me a special blanket which was silvery. Then in a loud voice she told the house doctor that I should be taken to ITU (Intensive Therapy Unit) where she worked. Although I was struggling for air and felt as if I was drowning, I could not help but notice that the other nurses and even a couple of doctors obeyed her orders as she was so furious and when she is like this, her tiger character came out at its best or better, worst.
So I was again carried on my bed at a very fast pace to the ITU. There my daughter was 'at home' because she worked in that ward. All the nurses who worked there asked her what was happening. Her answer was, “Tell me where Dr. Walter is ? Please ask him to come here immediately.” And presently he was by my bedside. She told him everything in a few sentences and he started working on me as she held my hand and assured my that I am now in good hands as this doctor was the best and will fix me up. I do not know what the doctor, assisted by my daughter did to me but I was so panicked because I could not breath that I did not feel any pain. I asked for my wife who was stopped from entering the ward but my daughter told me that she was with my sons who came over. After some time I was gaining my breath little by little. Then I must have slept for some time and when I woke up I felt quite well. I was breathing better. My wife was near me and she tried to put a strong face and told me that the worst was over and I was recovering quickly. I realized that it was night by now. Then one by one my sons came to visit me. They all seemed in shock but I assured them that I was feeling better. Although they were told to leave, they all stayed in the waiting room outside the ward except for my daughter because, of course she was a nurse and she worked in that ward.
I must have fallen asleep again because when I woke up it was early in the morning. My daughter was still by my side and I felt much better now. As my daughter told me Dr. Walter was constantly monitoring my progress. Then I saw him coming with a smile and he told me, “You gave us quite a fright because if it was not for your daughter who saw what was happening and acted quickly, you wouldn’t have made it. But now you are alright. In fact I am going to put you off the monitor and they will take you to a normal ward this morning.” He explained to me what he thought caused this to me. He said that as I was on a type of hyper tension pill that slowed my heart beat, my heart could not keep up with the liquid that I was given through the drip and this caused my lung to be flooded with water. This is called pulmonary edema.
Then he began by taking off a long needle which was trusted deep in my lung. I was shocked when I saw it. Then he continued to do he job and in a few minutes I was free from all those pipes and needles and wires…etc. I also could sit down in my bed. Then my wife and my children came over, this time with a smile on their face and they now looked calm.
I was now breathing normally and a Dr. Walter was very satisfied with my progress and he told me that within a couple of days I will be going home. And eventually I was home three days later. I did not feel any pain in my foot and the varicose veins were gone and my breathing was completely normal. I even could go for a short walk outside for some fresh air. But it was not over yet. The worst was yet to come!
It was ten days after the operation that early in the morning I was not feeling that well. I felt that I could not breathe easily. Then I needed to go to the toilet which was only a few meters away from the bedroom. Believe me those few paces to the toilet made me gasp with all my might for air. It was as if I had run a mile. My wife was alarmed seeing me in that state and with the help of my sons I returned in bed and there I breathed heavily till I caught my breath. But I did not recover, I still was out of breathe. In fact I felt that I was going to die. I told my wife to phone our married children to come over to give them my last goodbye. Even as I spoke, I had to fight for air and it seemed that my lung was not functioning. You can imagine the panic which overcame my wife and children. But my wife would never give up on me. She phoned for an ambulance and in a short time I was in hospital. They put me in a special ward. I was surrounded by doctors and nurses. They applied a sort of pump which injected what they called heparin to thin my blood and melt down any blood clots I might have in my lung. I was given oxygen through a mask. Then, all my family who were all waiting outside the ward came around my bed. I could see their worried looks as I puffed and puffed. They did not say anything but they understood that the situation was critical. My wife, with tears in her eyes caught my hand and begged me, “Please don’t die my love!”
Those were critical hours and in that agonizing state they seemed an eternity to me and also to all my loved ones. But as the hours passed I was getting too tired puffing and inhaling oxygen. They gave me a sedative and I must have passed out. In fact it was late in the afternoon when they took me to have a lung scan. Later they told me that my lung was extensively damaged because I got blood clots which were blocking it and making it very difficult for me to breathe. I remember that I was visited by a specialist who was really nice and gentle. He explained to me that after an operation, there was always a chance to get clots and this usually happened about ten to fourteen days after the operation. But he added that I was in a way lucky because if the clot ended up in my heart or in my brain it would have been probably fatal. He explained that with the treatment that I was being given, there was a good chance that the clots would melt away. Besides, as he explained, the lung had the ability to regenerate new passages so as to heal itself.
And this was very true because as days passed by, I begun to recover little by little. In fact after a week I was no more on the danger list. Instead of the heparin they put me on warfarin pills and told me that I have to take them for life. Then they told me not to stay all the time in bed. It was very difficult at first to walk and to walk just across the room was a great achievement. Next I was walking slowly along the corridor, always accompanied by my wife or one of my children. After more than two weeks I was discharged from hospital. I had to take it easy at first, but gradually I improved steadily and after a month or so I returned to my teaching job and a month later I started to work again in my workshop.
This was my second near death experience. As I told you at the beginning of this story, the first one was when I was still a teenager. Then, I was still very young and I made my parents and brothers and sisters and also my girlfriend very worried. By now both my parents were dead. But this time I was a man with a big family and I will never forget those terrible moments, hours and days…. not only because I felt so weak and in pain but because I had all my family so very worried for me. This was another lesson and another experience of life. This made my family more united and each one of us was more loving towards the other. My dear wife and I got even closer and we thanked God that He gave us more time to live and love each other and our dear children.
Quote of the day:
We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and a mystery.
H G Wells
edema.
Then he began by taking off a long needle which was trusted deep in my lung. I was shocked when I saw it. Then he continued to do he job and in a few minutes I was free from all those pipes and needles and wires…etc. I also could sit down in my bed. Then my wife and my children came over, this time with a smile on their face and they now looked calm.
I was now breathing normally and a Dr. Wally was very satisfied with my progress and he told me that within a couple of days I will be going home. And eventually I was home three days later. I did not feel any pain in my foot and the varicose veins were gone and my breathing was completely normal. I even could go for a short walk outside for some fresh air. But it was not over yet. The worst was yet to come!
It was ten days after the operation that early in the morning I was not feeling that well. I felt that I could not breathe easily. Then I needed to go to the toilet which was only a few meters away from the bedroom. Believe me those few paces to the toilet made me gasp with all my might for air. It was as if I had run a mile. My wife was alarmed seeing me in that state and with the help of my sons I returned in bed and there I breathed heavily till I caught my breath. But I did not recover, I still was out of breathe. In fact I felt that I was going to die. I told my wife to phone our married children to come over to give them my last goodbye. Even as I spoke, I had to fight for air and it seemed that my lung was not functioning. You can imagine the panic which overcame my wife and children. But my wife would never give up on me. She phoned for an ambulance and in a short time I was in hospital. They put me in a special ward. I was surrounded by doctors and nurses. They applied a sort of pump which injected what they called heparin to thin my blood and melt down any blood clots I might have in my lung. I was given oxygen through a mask. Then, all my family who were all waiting outside the ward came around my bed. I could see their worried looks as I puffed and puffed. They did not say anything but they understood that the situation was critical. My wife, with tears in her eyes caught my hand and begged me, “Please don’t die my love!”
Those were critical hours and in that agonizing state they seemed an eternity to me and also to all my loved ones. But as the hours passed I was getting too tired puffing and inhaling oxygen. They gave me a sedative and I must have passed out. In fact it was late in the afternoon when they took me to have a lung scan. Later they told me that my lung was extensively damaged because I got blood clots which were blocking it and making it very difficult for me to breathe. I remember that I was visited by a specialist who was really nice and gentle. He explained to me that after an operation, there was always a chance to get clots and this usually happened about ten to fourteen days after the operation. But he added that I was in a way lucky because if the clot ended up in my heart or in my brain it would have been probably fatal. He explained that with the treatment that I was being given, there was a good chance that the clots would melt away. Besides as he explained, the lung had the ability to regenerate new passages so as to heal itself.
And this was very true because as days passed by, I begun to recover little by little. In fact after a week I was no more on the danger list. Instead of the heparin they put me on warfarin pills and told me that I have to take them for life. Then they told me not to stay all the time in bed. It was very difficult at first to walk and to walk just across the room was a great achievement. Next I was walking slowly along the corridor, always accompanied by my wife or one of my children. After more than two weeks I was discharged from hospital. I had to take it easy at first, but gradually I improved steadily and after a month or so I returned to my teaching job and a month later I started to work again in my workshop.
This was my second near death experience. As I told you at the beginning of this story,
the first one was when I was still a teenager. Then’ I was still very young and I made my parents and brothers and sisters and also my girlfriend very worried. By now both my parents were dead. But this time I was a man with a big family and I will never forget those terrible moments, hours and days…. not only because I felt so weak and in pain but because I had all my family so very worried for me. This was another lesson and another experience of life. This made my family more united and each one of us was more loving towards the other. My dear wife and I got even closer and we thanked God that He gave us more time to live and love each other and our dear children.
Quote of the day: