I have been gone for 3 weeks and I'm sure most are wondering what happened to me. I have quite a story to tell. It seems quite unbelievable to me so I'm sure many of you will be shocked to hear it, but it is a tale that must be told. On August 7th, an ordinary day, I came home from a terrific workout at the gym . I felt great. I took off my sneakers and fixed a nice cup of coffee and settled down to read some Scripture, which I'd been getting into lately. I simply turned to a page and began to read. The story was about Lazarus. Shortly after I began to read, I started having some chest pressure and began to get worried about it, so I woke up my Son Joe and popped a nitro glycerin tablet. The pressure wouldnt go away so I popped another. In the time it took for Joe to don a Tshirt and shorts, I was in a great deal of pain. My intention was for us to maybe drive to the ER but the pain had reached a lethal level to where I knew that would be impossible so I told him to simply call 911. By the time the paramedics arrived i was nearly unconcious from the pain. They did all they could before transporting me to the hospital, even giving me healthy doses of morphine which did nothing to alleviate the pain. The pain was the most unbearable that I have ever felt and this had been my 5th heart attack in 2 years. I was happy to reach the Er where I knew my doctors would alleviate the pain by opening my occluded stent. I was not afraid or worried.....only looking forward to feeling the pain go away. They began the procedure, and inflated the balloon, but there was no relief. The next thing i remember hearing was my Doctor saying "Oh shit! She's clotting all over the place! Get the crash team and all warm bodies in here......" And then it was over. My Life. I was dead. There was no longer any pain......no fear.....no worry. Just peaceful darkness and perfect peace. I woke to my hand being gripped. It was my Son, Joe. I tried to talk and could not......there was a nasogastric tube in my nose and I was on a respirator. I was also tied to the bed. I understand I was trying to sit up and thrashing around when I began to regain conciousness. I asked for a pen and paper and wasnt writing legibly, at first, until I was asked to print slowly. My first question was "Did I die?" The answer was "yes". I had died for 20 minutes. My kidneys shut down and I began to bleed into my stomach. They zapped me 16 times with the defibrolator and performed CPR on me for the entire 20 minutes, breaking some ribs in the interim. I didnt care. I was happy to be alive. I was bleeding from my mouth and both sides of my groin. There was an arterial pump in the left side of my groin and 2 cath sheaths in the right, inserted into my femural artery. I'd felt like a truck had driven over me. I had remembered nothing and my next question was....."what time is it"?. It was 9:00 the next morning. I had lost all of Monday. I had lost my life...... On Wednesday I was taken off the respirator and the nasal tube was taken out. On Thursday, I went into cardiac arrest again and was rushed to the cath lab, where I was catheterized again and 2 more stents were added to my collection bringing my total to 10. After spending 5 more days in CCU, they transferred me to progressive care. I tried to shower, the next morning.....and went into cardiac arrest yet again. It was back to CCU for me, where i remained until Aug. 23rd, at which time I was again transferred to progressive care.On Aug. 26th I was finally released from the hospital after 3 weeks. I have no brain damage or heart damage. I'm a little slow and need lots of rest but i will heal and be completely normal. I believe this is due to all the prayers offered up for me by so many people. Many were praying and God worked His magic.....I am His walking witness. Thank you is not enough to say to all those who kept me in their prayers.... You have my eternal, undying love forever. For anyone who doubts the existence of God....I assure you, there is no reason to doubt anymore.

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