Childhood NDE's: Doctors Office NDE
The tests and Doctors office visits started after my trip to the ER. I knew what I had witnessed. My Mom felt she knew what she had witnessed. It was her testimony that led to more medical tests being done. My Dad was skeptical but felt he had to get to the bottom of it one way or the other.
I can recall the blood tests, the x-rays and other instruments were used. In the end, everything was sent off to a lab for analysis and an appointment was scheduled for when the results came back. I can recall my Dad insisting that I be present in the Doctors office when the discussion took place.
I can recall that the Doctor called in another Doctor as a second opinion. He was used to dealing with my Mom and wanted back up for the results. They told my parents that as far as they could tell from the tests that had been performed - there was nothing physically wrong with me. My Dad was asking about what tests were left that could be done. The Doctors were telling him that as far as they could tell there was nothing that would indicate any more testing would find any results. they felt the round of tests that had been done were enough to send out warning signals of any sort of physical irregularity. As if on cue - the pain started in my chest and I knew that I was about to have an episode and find myself without breath.
My Dad had told me that the next time I had an 'episode of pain' that led to a loss of breath - I was to run to him so he could witness it with his own eyes. I was not to hide under the bed or in the closet anymore.
Both of my parents were constantly apologizing for not taking me seriously enough in the past, yet there was still theories that I could be creating the 'illness' in my mind. The word hypochondriac came up from time to time. I looked at my Dad and told him it was about to happen. I knew when my 'itching' inside led to a severe episode and it was a big one. Like a tremor before an earthquake, my inside was quacking. It was unusually fast but the end of it was, I was laying on the floor without any breath inside of me and my 'spirit' was outside my body.
The Doctors both leaned over and examined the body and both were in agreement that I had passed away. In hindsight, I don't recall how much pain passed from start to finish but my hands and arms were flopping and people were rushing around trying to work on me prior to me collapsing on the floor out of breath and without vital signs. The story was talked about for years to come within my family.
After I turned 18 and had amnesia - my Dad was retelling the story to me in an effort to help trigger recall.
"I thought them two college educated men were about to crap themselves when they saw you cough back to life that day. I know I about crapped myself. I had been hearing the stories you were telling so a part of me was a little more prepared for it. Your mom was vindicated when you died and came back to life right before our eyes. I wouldn't have believed it until I saw it with my own eyes. That became the problem. It was too hard for anyone to believe. You couldn't take people at their word on it. Me, your Mom and those two Doctors were all in the same boat. We had seen it with our own eyes but knew that if we went around trying to tell people what we had seen - they would think we had lost our minds. All of us were thinking your Mom had cracked under the pressure of motherhood and was talking out of her head."