Monday, November 28, 2016

Under the Evil Eye



Miracle Girl: Under the Evil Eye



The "unlucky" unconsciously feel that they're under the Evil Eye. Even skeptics. Yet, 
I wasn't unlucky before my strokes and coma, and I'm not lucky now. The Evil Eye was nothing more than a personification of random chance.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Thankful for What?


Miracle Girl: Thankful for What?

We can be thankful that we have the strength within ourselves to take on whatever life decides to throw at us. If I was able to relearn how to walk, you will find the strength to face your family on Thanksgiving...and fight the destructive actions of President Trump.

Friday, November 18, 2016

Scrooge McDonald’s Ghost of Health Insurance Past


Miracle Girl: Scrooge McDonald’s Ghost of Health Insurance Past

Trump wants to sound like the hero, saving people with pre-existing conditions. But that is yet another lie. People with health conditions will soon find they're the goose being cooked by Scrooge McDonald.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Obamacare(s); Trump Won’t


Miracle GirlObamacare(s); Trump Won’t



I was shown the door of my nursing home. That's the future of healthcare for those with pre-existing conditions, post-Obamacare.

This story will be familiar to regular readers of this blog!

Monday, November 14, 2016

The Breitbartization of the White House



Miracle Girl: The Breitbartization of the White House

I was worried what the election of Donald Trump would mean for those labeled "The Other," but I never realized that I might be one of them. To Stephen Bannon, I'm The Other too.

Friday, November 11, 2016

Taking It to the Streets


Miracle Girl: Taking It to the Streets

We the people have the power to resist an authoritarian without subverting the system that elected him. Instead of subverting our system, we should use our democratic rights to resist an authoritarian.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Still Stronger Together


Miracle Girl: Still Stronger Together

It’s going to be a painfully dispiriting four-year journey in the wilderness. But we can bring light to the path because hope will always trump hate.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Comey Over to My Election


Miracle Girl: Comey Over to My Election

Comey has succumbed to the blindness of those who consider themselves to be upright and morally superior. Sound familiar? Though Comey's unconscious bias may well be at work, I think the real culprit is a syndrome that will be all too familiar to atheists.

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In July of 2013, I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died. When I awoke from the coma, I could barely lift my head. It has been a hard road to recovery. The doctors advised my loved ones to give up all hope for my full recovery, but while they were shining lights in my eyes to gauge my level of consciousness, I was telling them grumpily to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to sleep...in my coma-dream. I was experiencing covert cognition, and the coma-dream was my version of a near-death experience. I'm a skeptic, so I saw surreal images instead of spirits or dead loved ones. According to my research, as many as one in five people with consciousness disorders have covert cognition.

Not a miracle recovery, but a miracle of modern medicine

In 2013 I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died after I contracted legionella. The Legionnaire's disease was in turn triggered by immunosuppression caused by the prednisone I was taking for my rare autoimmune disease, dermatomyositis.

I suffered a series of strokes on both sides of my brain when the sepsis caused my blood pressure to plummet. I fell into a deep coma. My kidneys and lungs began to fail, as my body was began dying one organ at a time. My doctors told my loved ones to give up hope for my full recovery. They expected me to die, and even if I somehow lived, I would remain a vegetable or at best left so hopelessly brain-damaged that I would never be same. But unbeknownst to them, while they were shining lights in my eyes and shaking their heads, I was telling them in my coma-dream--my secular version of a near-death experience--to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to sleep. I was experiencing what is known as covert cognition, the subject of my Skeptical Inquirer article "Covert Cognition: My So-Called Near-Death Experience," which appeared in their July/August issue.

But it wasn't a miracle--despite what so many continue to believe--that I recovered so fully. I owe my life not to God, but the miracles of modern medicine, as well as the nature of the watershed-area brain damage I suffered, as I detailed in my article and in this blog.