Bob, thank you so much for your story. Indy I hope this gives you inspiration.
I am interested in where the angels took you if you are willing to share. At 52 I had a CABG x 41 stent last October and 2 stents this February. I was leading a healthy life eating and exercising. In July of this year I had conversations with what I refer to as my guardian angels. They told me very clearly that I was going to die. I was at 100% peace during and after these conversations. I heard my mother fuss at me when laying in bed on morning when she called my name with the tone that very clearly said you are not paying attention. Mom passed away in January of this year.
So during the next at least 3 conversations I started talking and asking questions with no response. I did ask not to die during a weekend trip with the family in late July. The week after The family trip I had 2 conversations which during the first I asked did I really have to die. During the second I said if I had my druthers I'd rather not die and live to watch my children and grandkids grow older.Two days later I was supposed to go to my cardiac rehab at 11:00 am on Monday august 3. I was depressed and did not want to go. First my wife very supportive wife gave me the look. We've been married 38 years. I missed my 11:00 workout and decided to see if I could make the afternoon workout. When I called no one answered and so I figured I'd go Wednesday and Friday. About noon, my daughter asked me to see if I could help that Wednesday with her 3 sons. I did not want to miss 2 days of workout during the week so I called rehab again. I got in at the 2:15 workout.At 2:36 I had a cardiac arrest where my lower heart was beating at 230 bpm. I passed out and died, my pulse went to zero according to the nurses. The nurses at the rehab responded with a smart defibrillator and I was brought back to life. While at the ER I started to believe that I had survived and the nurses Drs kept saying that I was not acting normal. I was sitting there smiling the whole time. The next day I was alone in the room do to COVID-19 restrictions and more than once said out loud "ok was that it? Do I get to live? I really think I deserve a clear message after all the conversations". All this said with a smile and hope.
After I woke up from the surgery to install my pacemaker and defibrillator on august 5, I was wide awake and knew that my guardian angels were in the room telling me that yes I get to live. The nurses and Drs were concerned that I was not acting normal. I was saying thank you a thousand times to the six angels I could feel in the room. It was such a pure 100% peaceful feeling I wish everyone in the world would experience it.
There is more smaller detail to the story. I just know that if I was not at cardiac rehab at 2:36 on august 3rd, I would not be alive today. With the angel conversations and my mom's help I survived. I felt the pure 100% peace while in the recovery room on august 5 with six angels in the room. Whether it is angels, the Holy Spirit, the Universe or whatever, it is very real.
I experienced two more CA arrests in august and was saved by personal defibrillator. With all the daily pains aches and fears along with PTSD and depression, I am eternally grateful to be alive and experiencing life. It doesn't mean that every day is happy, I just try to have more happy days than worry days.
I have told my story to family and friends and several ask why me. I have not been to church services in years and believe in science. As a scientist, I have had many discussions with family and friends about what is real about after death. I have always believed that both science and what you and I and others experienced is real. Now I know it is real. I am no longer afraid of dying, I just think it would be unfair to not get the next 5 to 30 years of life.My last thoughts are that I do not believe it matters if you are Christian, Jewish, Islamic, Hindu, Spiritual or other religious beliefs. All paths lead to heaven. Please do not respond to this comment if you want to defend a single religion or belief. You do need to be "good", whatever that means.
Finally, if you want to share your experience in detail please tell me your story. If privately, my phone number is 512-954-7113. Leave a message as I do not answer unknown calls. Or my email is firstname.lastname@example.org.
------------------------------Randy WaclawczykRound Rock TX------------------------------
I have had many days that I have been obsessed with how much time I have left. I had a quadruple bypass in May fo 2017. I am 59 years old married for 33 years and have 3 adult daughters and one grand child. I have worried about finances, children being independent without me around, my wife being taken care of and things I want to do in my life now, yet I am working full-time.
I am a God fearing man so I do look to him knowing today is enough to take care, let tomorrow take care of itself.
On any given day, we can go from feasting to mourning, from celebrating life to processing death, or some other life challenge. Our lives can swiftly be reduced to "sticks and bricks"-financially, relationally, physically, emotionally, spiritually. But God is mightier than any storm we face.
Please know that you are not alone. I struggle to, like others.
I did get an excellent counselor about 4 months ago. She does do virtual counseling. Please let me know if you want her information.
------------------------------Bobby MillerCumming------------------------------Original Message:Sent: 10-31-2020 07:04From: Indy CoderSubject: Obsessing on time left before deathI just joined this forum to reach out and see if anyone else is feeling what I'm feeling and may be able to help. I had my chest cut open 15 months ago, triple bypass. By all accounts, I've healed well. My last visit with my cardiologist was just before the pandemic hit and he told me I was doing just fine, have no activity restrictions, and should just keep on keeping on. But I'm 59 and I can't stop obsessing about how much time I have left on Earth.I'm married with a wife who depends on me and the most adorable little dog in the world. They make me want to stick around, but I'm also fixated on how they'll get by when I'm gone. I feel like, if there are about 10 years after open heart surgery, I've used up 15% of my time left and all I have to show for it is doing some more exercise. I feel like I'm in some sort of race against my future mortality and every night when I can't get to sleep or every time I get a stomach ache or heartburn, I feel like I'm betraying my famil