I was wondering if anyone here had a near death experience after they got the surgery? I’ve been having a hard time dealing with mine and just wondered if anyone else had any complications or issues post op.

I did not have a near death experience after my surgery. However, I did have one when I was younger. Why is happening to you?

I had one while delivering my last child 38 years ago.

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Similar to the other two posters, I had one at a previous time during my last pregnancy. I ended up speaking to a therapist about it since that pregnancy was so rough, I almost lost my daughter twice, and both of us at one point. I found it difficult to let go of the anger. Not necessarily anger directed at anyone, but the situation itself. That I had to go through it, that to this day women suffering with HG go unnoticed. Even if it's just here, its good and healthy to speak about it. Will you share with us what thought regarding it is weighing on you?

I did not have a near death experience after my surgery. However, I did have one when I was younger. Why is happening to you?

I ended up getting the flu and I got so dehydrated that I lost the fluid around my brain and I almost died. I got toxic metabolic encephalopathy. I’m doing better now but it was very scary and very intense

I had a near death experience but mine brought me into deeper peace, and anchored me for the rest of my life. Mine happened when I was 16.

I won’t share the details on this forum but to me, considering the grave circumstances, it was a miracle.

There was also a very spiritual aspect that I can only describe as a collective conscience, as I basically died.

Without getting too philosophical, I think the fear happens when we have not made peace with the idea of death and/or the leaving behind of loved ones. It’s akin to crying when a loved one dies, we are really crying due to our own loss. They are not suffering. Two opposites of the same coin.

Once I was in a plane headed from Arizona to California and the thing took a nose dive that left the cabin screaming. I sat quietly with my hands folded on my lap just after a mild panic, and thought, ‘well, it’s a moment in time if I die.’

I’m a realist. To the point I examine all facets of living and dying.

At sixteen I was already acquainted with death and was objective about it. Yes it still makes me sad but not really. I feel sad I won’t see them alive again but my experience when I was sixteen makes it hard for me to not see death as a transition, much like birth is. And the experience forever remains my guarantee that death is just another journey for us all, a really exciting and peaceful, wondrous journey.

Maybe time to examine your heart and ask yourself what it is you haven’t made peace with or what frightened you? Was it the idea of pain, of your family grieving, or something else? Or all of it?

I hope you will be ok. You’ll be in my thoughts and prayers.

If a near death issue is still haunting you...talk to a therapist.

Post traumatic stress is real and it can mess with you.

I nearly died in a tornado. Only time I've ever experienced the strong copper taste in my mouth from adrenaline...it was pretty crazy.

I was in a van, driving down a country road on my way home. It was raining...but it rains a lot here...thought nothing of it. Pretty dark and sinister looking...but again...common here.

Hail hit very suddenly and just as suddenly there was zero visibility as the air filled up with leaves and insanely strong winds.

Pulled the van off the road and watched little windows of visibility out the window in all that opaque green wind. Huge tree bending over one second....then a Broken pencil stub left, the entire tree carried away. Flying crap from God knows where. The van was pushed all over the road. I was fairly sure it was going to roll, and it did get up on two feet...but it didn't roll. Wind let up and it banged down and woke the baby. If it had rolled, it would have rolled into a deep swamp...which would have been problematic.

Everyone asked...what did you do? What were you thinking?

Honestly? I sat there with my seat belt on and hoped for the best. You're supposed to get out of vehicles and find a ditch. Yeah...right. No way to find a ditch with no visibility. Happened so fast, no way to get the baby out. The debris outside was incredibly dangerous. power lines were falling.

I remember thinking..."Huh. This is a surprise. What a weird way to die."

And then it was over. BOOM. Sun came out. I drove the van over a downed power line...(not smart...did it before I realized it was there) and made the first tracks through a road covered in golfball sized iceballs with a broken windshield. Had to drive around many down trees.

Home was just a few miles away and I decided the thing to do was to take the baby home and see if our house was still there.

House was fine, save some missing shingles and siding. Power was predictably out.

The garden was weird. I'd just planted the whole garden in little foot tall plants....and they were all missing. Ripped out and gone. Some rootballs were left, some were blown away with the plants and the entire garden had a million little craters from the ice balls.

BBQ grill was in the pool.

Dog was hiding in the basement. Smart dog.

I expected nightmares and stress about it...but I mostly just felt shocked and happy to be alive.

I did have some post traumatic stress from some other events....but the tornado just made me feel grateful and stunned.

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I had a near death experience but mine brought me into deeper peace, and anchored me for the rest of my life. Mine happened when I was 16.

I won’t share the details on this forum but to me, considering the grave circumstances, it was a miracle.

There was also a very spiritual aspect that I can only describe as a collective conscience, as I basically died.

Without getting too philosophical, I think the fear happens when we have not made peace with the idea of death and/or the leaving behind of loved ones. It’s akin to crying when a loved one dies, we are really crying due to our own loss. They are not suffering. Two opposites of the same coin.

Once I was in a plane headed from Arizona to California and the thing took a nose dive that left the cabin screaming. I sat quietly with my hands folded on my lap just after a mild panic, and thought, ‘well, it’s a moment in time if I die.’

I’m a realist. To the point I examine all facets of living and dying.

At sixteen I was already acquainted with death and was objective about it. Yes it still makes me sad but not really. I feel sad I won’t see them alive again but my experience when I was sixteen makes it hard for me to not see death as a transition, much like birth is. And the experience forever remains my guarantee that death is just another journey for us all, a really exciting and peaceful, wondrous journey.

Maybe time to examine your heart and ask yourself what it is you haven’t made peace with or what frightened you? Was it the idea of pain, of your family grieving, or something else? Or all of it?

I hope you will be ok. You’ll be in my thoughts and prayers.

Thank you a lot for sharing your story. I think mine thought process on why I’m not okay with death is merely the fact I had no idea what was going on and leaving behind loved ones. I’ve been trying to heal from it and I haven’t had anymore crying episodes which is really great.

If a near death issue is still haunting you...talk to a therapist.
Post traumatic stress is real and it can mess with you.
I nearly died in a tornado. Only time I've ever experienced the strong copper taste in my mouth from adrenaline...it was pretty crazy.
I was in a van, driving down a country road on my way home. It was raining...but it rains a lot here...thought nothing of it. Pretty dark and sinister looking...but again...common here.
Hail hit very suddenly and just as suddenly there was zero visibility as the air filled up with leaves and insanely strong winds.
Pulled the van off the road and watched little windows of visibility out the window in all that opaque green wind. Huge tree bending over one second....then a Broken pencil stub left, the entire tree carried away. Flying crap from God knows where. The van was pushed all over the road. I was fairly sure it was going to roll, and it did get up on two feet...but it didn't roll. Wind let up and it banged down and woke the baby. If it had rolled, it would have rolled into a deep swamp...which would have been problematic.
Everyone asked...what did you do? What were you thinking?
Honestly? I sat there with my seat belt on and hoped for the best. You're supposed to get out of vehicles and find a ditch. Yeah...right. No way to find a ditch with no visibility. Happened so fast, no way to get the baby out. The debris outside was incredibly dangerous. power lines were falling.
I remember thinking..."Huh. This is a surprise. What a weird way to die."
And then it was over. BOOM. Sun came out. I drove the van over a downed power line...(not smart...did it before I realized it was there) and made the first tracks through a road covered in golfball sized iceballs with a broken windshield. Had to drive around many down trees.
Home was just a few miles away and I decided the thing to do was to take the baby home and see if our house was still there.
House was fine, save some missing shingles and siding. Power was predictably out.
The garden was weird. I'd just planted the whole garden in little foot tall plants....and they were all missing. Ripped out and gone. Some rootballs were left, some were blown away with the plants and the entire garden had a million little craters from the ice balls.
BBQ grill was in the pool.
Dog was hiding in the basement. Smart dog.
I expected nightmares and stress about it...but I mostly just felt shocked and happy to be alive.
I did have some post traumatic stress from some other events....but the tornado just made me feel grateful and stunned.

Ya I am speaking to a therapist that was one thing I talked with my loved ones about that I wanted to do because the kind of stress I was under they wouldn’t understand. Therapy has been helping and I had the support of my boyfriend helping me as well. I’m really sorry about your experience. I’ve only heard the tornado alarm in Michigan the one time and they gave me such bad chills down my back.

I ended up getting the flu and I got so dehydrated that I lost the fluid around my brain and I almost died. I got toxic metabolic encephalopathy. I’m doing better now but it was very scary and very intense

I get it. It’s so intense, and what’s worse (at least it was for me) was that I chose it. It took a long time for me to come to terms with the experience, but I’ll be honest I still wake up sometimes terrified that I’m pregnant or that all that I went through somehow came back. I still sometimes have to remind myself that I made it through, that my daughter made it through. I will say that when I have those moments, I come through with a stronger sense of joy and relief.

Sometimes those experiences will stay with you, but they also serve as a reminder of what you did: you survived.

If your trauma comes with a side of PTSD, don't beat yourself up about suddenly having mood swings or crying jags. There are tons of insane little cues that your brain remembers from the time you were terrified and it hard-wires them into reactions (which makes sense evolutionarily, I guess). For me, the click of a door behind me or the sudden realization that there was someone with me in an enclosed space would instantly throw me into high-adrenaline reaction mode, even if I was in the safest environment in the world. It took a fair amount of EMDR therapy to rewire me.

So don't be too harsh on yourself with involuntary reactions like crying. Sometimes your unconscious brain and chemicals just hijack you after trauma.

I tried to kill myself more than once, in my teens and 20's and struggled with self-harm, as well as binge eating disorder. It's only been recently that I realized how deep the roots of trauma socially were (I have High Functioning Autism) I was diagnosed when I was 19 years of age. I just have come out of a fog of depression and medication adjustment wasn't absorbing fully because it was time released. Now all the spokes on the medication wheel are turning just fine. Perhaps it was my grieving over the years that I didn't allow myself to cry but instead bled the tears? Or ate my pain away? I am glad you are in therapy (as am I) talk therapy works wonders. (soft hug)

I did not have one with surgery

However

My near death experience (car accident) left me with more questions than answers and a fear of leaving loved ones behind to sort my affairs

So prior to surgery I did it all myself

No clue if there is a right or wrong way to go through it but I hear therapy helps

Sending a hug to you Hannah, we are Spectrum[emoji130] Sisters, at least they admitted to your diagnosis, imagine growing up in the 50s-60s, no one admitted autistics hardly existed let alone a female [emoji68]one. I overheard a neurologist tell my parents if I had been a boy[emoji67] then they would have a tenative diagnosis. They didn't seem to realize I could hear, I sat crying back and forth trying to ",stim" the pain away. I was maybe 8? But I have come to the terms-- We may be wired differently, our motherboard isn't quite the same, but we are wonderful worthwhile people, not flawed but perfect in our way. At 72 I have finally learned to love me and since I do love me, I will give myself the gift of surgery so that I may live and live healthier from now on. [emoji13]

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Sending a hug to you Hannah, we are Spectrum[emoji130] Sisters, at least they admitted to your diagnosis, imagine growing up in the 50s-60s, no one admitted autistics hardly existed let alone a female [emoji68]one. I overheard a neurologist tell my parents if I had been a boy[emoji67] then they would have a tenative diagnosis. They didn't seem to realize I could hear, I sat crying back and forth trying to ",stim" the pain away. I was maybe 8? But I have come to the terms-- We may be wired differently, our motherboard isn't quite the same, but we are wonderful worthwhile people, not flawed but perfect in our way. At 72 I have finally learned to love me and since I do love me, I will give myself the gift of surgery so that I may live and live healthier from now on. [emoji13]
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Not near-death per se, but I did become unresponsive after too many iv drugs. Also my hemoglobin dropped to 5.9. That was quite frightening given my anxiety leading up to it.