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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.

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  1. Absolutely love this message! It again reminds people that regardless of difficulties, united and helping one another we can be much stronger. No matter what level academic or personal having a solid and stable network can make or break it just like it can with a solid dissertation writing services uk when one needs that added edge.

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  2. Hope and unity are what keep us moving forward, no matter how tough the journey gets. Staying strong together means finding ways to express ourselves and support one another. Even small actions, like customizing messages of resilience and solidarity, can make a difference—whether through art, words, or even when you order patches online with meaningful designs. Every little symbol of hope helps light the way. Stay strong, keep pushing forward, and let’s bring more positivity into the world!

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Coma Girl

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.