KaiLouxDropped dead when I was fifteen years old...on Mother's Day.
I had been suffering from “fainting” spells where I remained conscious while everything went white, and I would become woozy and clammy, since I hit puberty. There was no rhyme or reason to them, and I had learned to control the more minor ones, and fend them off.
On Mother’s Day, I woke early to ready for church, and greeted my dad before going to shower. I had started to undress when I started to have a spell, but I had no patience for it. I tried to fight it off, and even sat down on the toilet and put my head between my knees when it proved to be a little stronger than I expected. It was no use, everything went BLACK (instead of white), and I remember thinking “This isn’t right” before fading into the dark.
I had not thoughts, or feelings. I was totally gone and unaware of it until I was walking down a dark, shadowy path cut between two mountains. I could barely make out the foliage of the trees, and was so excited. In fact, my one circular thought was “I am going home! I am FINALLY going home!” I was practically skipping down the path.
Finally, a voice that I can only describe a thunder and a caress said my name, and told me to turn back, it wasn’t my time. I wanted to disobey the voice, I wanted to go home, even though I could hear my parents begging me to wake up. I had no choice, however, and I saw myself so small, all shadow, walking back into the light.
Then I watched as my parents stood over my body, shaking me, and my sisters stood terrified in the bathroom doorway. And then, with a jolt, I was back but it took me a while after to have the strength to open my eyes, or to speak and tell them to stop shaking me. I was rushed to the ER where I learned the other side of it…
My dad had thought I went back to bed when he didn’t hear the water run, so he had gone to check on me, and saw my half on the floor. I was cold, blue, not breathing, had no recognizable pulse or heartbeat. The doctors ran test after test on me, even for cancers, but they found nothing.
Finally I went to a cardiologist who said that my low blood pressure, and my blood sugar and the fact I didn’t drink enough water all combined to make me have these episodes. The day I died, my heart stopped pumping blood because it was “too thick.” He put my on thinners for a while, and ordered me to drink more water. I haven’t had any issues since. 5 months ago
