I am out of surgery, and thank God am alive. I thought for sure I was going to die. In fact, I think I did die.
I saw a bright light and a tunnel. There was elevator music playing. There were voices all around me. I saw the faces of people who are no longer alive. There was Grandpa Fletcher and numerous relatives I have only seen in pictures. I was floating. I felt both hot and cold at the same time.
Finally, someone told me it was not my time to go and that it was time to return to the recovery room. When I woke up, I was in my hospital bed and nurses were around me.
I told them I had had a near-death experience. They didn't believe me. They said a NDE was impossible because I didn't come remotely close to dying. The procedure had gone quickly and with no complications.
But I know what I experienced. You believe me, right?