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Helpful ghosts in hospitals
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My husband has been through quite a bit. He’s permanently in a nursing home after having a stroke in February. He’s done other stints in nursing homes for things. This story I’m telling is about something that happened in the weeks after he was convalescing at the hospital after quadruple heart bypass surgery.

On October 15, 2014, my husband had quadruple heart bypass surgery. He had been having chest pains a couple of days prior, and I took him to the ER. The surgery was lengthy, about 10 hours, and a few hours after I saw him in intensive care, I received a call at 4 AM from the intensive care nurse telling me they had to take him back in and open his chest back up, because he was bleeding. 

About three hours later, the doctor himself called me and told me they got the bleeding under control and all was well. He was heavily sedated and on a breathing tube for the next 48 hours. For about four days after the initial surgery, he was on the precipice between life and death. Sometime during this time, he suffered a stroke.  

He was unable to feel anything or move his left arm. After about a week, feeling started coming back, and he slowly recovered movement in it. All in all, he spent nine days in intensive care, two weeks in the hospital, and five weeks in a nursing home going through intensive rehabilitation after his stroke. 

So he was very sick for awhile, and I was beside myself. There was little to nothing I could do for him except to encourage him to hang in there and never give up. I visited him every day for hours. I damn near wound up in the hospital myself, as I was exhausted and was not eating or taking care of myself for awhile. 

Everything worked out, and he came home to my TLC.  

Anyway, he has told me many stories of "dreams/hallucinations" he had while in the hospital about friendly people attending to him in a hot tub/steam room where he was able to relax and hang out. These same people checked him into a hotel/spa setting where he was able to get away from the hospital for awhile. I always smiled and nodded, reminded him he was on some very heavy duty pain meds, antibiotics, and practically every drug under the sun to keep him alive those nine days he was in intensive care.  

He specifically described how these people looked, and they didn't look like any of the doctors/nurses/CNA's in the hospital. He talked about several lengthy conversations in which they gave him advice about taking better care of himself after he got home. They admonished him about what would happen if he did not take proper care of himself. He mentioned that several of these people didn't seem like your average doctors or nurses. A number of them were of older age, and didn't seem to be in the medical profession. 

What he told me when we were out to dinner blew me away. He mentioned that these people may have been ghosts - people who died in that same intensive care unit who were trying to help him stay on the right side of the grass as it were. I was in tears. I'm just so grateful that we were able to celebrate our wedding anniversary instead of me being a widow. I wonder if these people were indeed helpful ghosts. I'm a skeptical person by nature, but I really believe now that these weren't merely hallucinations, but actual ghosts helping him to recover.  

He described things so vividly. Yeah, he was on a lot of drugs while he was in intensive care. Who knows? 
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#2
Don't throw out the possibilities of help from the other side.

In 2012 I was in a VA hospital, post surgical complications from a well known cancer center. I became septic and they were treating me with a ton of antibiotics. During the night I spiked  a fever that was off the chart.

When they found me I was on the floor and no one could figure out how I got there. Both side rails were still up, my bed covers were still intact and looked like someone was still in the bed.

The thing that made it spooky was that the floor were made from slate. The same kind of stuff they use at Cold Stone Creamery, the ice cream outlet.

The doctor said it it had not been for me being on that floor, which  kept my temperature lowered, that I would have likely died. The nurses said it looked like someone had picked me up from the bed and laid me on the floor.

My family said it was an angel. I ended up spending a total of five days in the ICU and 14 days in the VA hospital. They all said when I was leaving that I had experienced a miracle.
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(Yesterday, 02:08 AM)NightskyeB4Dawn Wrote: Don't throw out the possibilities of help from the other side.

In 2012 I was in a VA hospital, post surgical complications from a well known cancer center. I became septic and they were treating me with a ton of antibiotics. During the night I spiked  a fever that was off the chart.

When they found me I was on the floor and no one could figure out how I got there. Both side rails were still up, my bed covers were still intact and looked like someone was still in the bed.

The thing that made it spooky was that the floor were made from slate. The same kind of stuff they use at Cold Stone Creamery, the ice cream outlet.

The doctor said it it had not been for me being on that floor, which  kept my temperature lowered, that I would have likely died. The nurses said it looked like someone had picked me up from the bed and laid me on the floor.

My family said it was an angel. I ended up spending a total of five days in the ICU and 14 days in the VA hospital. They all said when I was leaving that I had experienced a miracle.

Oh my God! I have chills after reading your post. Pretty amazing stuff! Yeah, you had someone definitely looking out for you. I believe we all have guardian angels. Yours put you on that floor. So glad you came through back to the land of the living. Thanks for posting this.
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I definitely believe we all have guardian angels, several of them.

I remember when I was six years old having a very high fever. I was really scared I was going to die; I felt so bad. I was lying in my mother's bed and it was dust outside.  My mother was in the kitchen cooking supper, which I had partial view of from her bedroom, and everyone else was in the living room.

I don't remember now if I prayed, or my angels just knew how scared I was, but a large white cross appeared on her double-door closet and it gave me such a feeling of peace that it took away all my fear. I wasn't hallucinating either, because my sister walked in and saw it too. It slowly faded away and I was never scared that I would die again after that.

I've also been saved many times by listening to them speak to me and sparing me from terrible accidents that would have resulted in my death.
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#5
That's an incredible story, I'm happy to hear he made a recovery, I wish him and you the best.

When I was in high school, a girl got into a bad car accident.  Her car was mangled and she was knocked unconscious but uninjured, probably got a concussion though. 

She was as nice a person as you could ever hope to meet, very genuine.  She had tears in her eyes as she was talking about how she regained consciousness as a man dressed all in black approached her car and told her not to worry, everything was going to be okay, but was nowhere to be seen a minute later when she got out of the car.

She seemed more shaken up about that than the accident itself.
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@ChiefD 
I'm so Happy he is recovering.

I would give you the same advice, I think that I mentioned my spiritual belief is called Ancestral Worship, other than my two aunts that visit me very often there has been other relatives I do not recognize.
Some came to me when my husband was in the hospital three years ago (many here know of this time) Could they have been my husbands relatives, yes on his Native Indian side of his family.
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(Yesterday, 09:20 AM)guohua Wrote: @ChiefD 
I'm so Happy he is recovering.

I would give you the same advice, I think that I mentioned my spiritual belief is called Ancestral Worship, other than my two aunts that visit me very often there has been other relatives I do not recognize.
Some came to me when my husband was in the hospital three years ago (many here know of this time) Could they have been my husbands relatives, yes on his Native Indian side of his family.

My Grandmother on my Dad’s side (She passed in 2006) visited me one night in a dream. At the time I was still working. She warned me to stay away from the front door of the building, as something bad was going to happen, and she didn’t want to see me hurt. As she told me, she smiled and told me not to worry, but to be careful. 

The next day, a car crashed into the front door, shattered the glass of part of the door and a couple of adjacent windows. It was a mess, and I just got chills. I then told my coworkers about the dream.
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(Today, 12:30 AM)ChiefD Wrote:
(Yesterday, 09:20 AM)guohua Wrote: @ChiefD 
I'm so Happy he is recovering.

I would give you the same advice, I think that I mentioned my spiritual belief is called Ancestral Worship, other than my two aunts that visit me very often there has been other relatives I do not recognize.
Some came to me when my husband was in the hospital three years ago (many here know of this time) Could they have been my husbands relatives, yes on his Native Indian side of his family.

My Grandmother on my Dad’s side (She passed in 2006) visited me one night in a dream. At the time I was still working. She warned me to stay away from the front door of the building, as something bad was going to happen, and she didn’t want to see me hurt. As she told me, she smiled and told me not to worry, but to be careful. 

The next day, a car crashed into the front door, shattered the glass of part of the door and a couple of adjacent windows. It was a mess, and I just got chills. I then told my coworkers about the dream.

They are here watching us. I give Thanks to My Ancestors every day.
If they have not Reincarnated and they cared for you, they are still watching you and he you are not completely Closed Minded, then yes, I believe they can visit you in a way (like in your dreams) that does not scare the Shit Out Of.

Great Story. I am Very Glad you listened to her.
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(Today, 12:38 AM)guohua Wrote: They are here watching us. I give Thanks to My Ancestors every day.
If they have not Reincarnated and they cared for you, they are still watching you and he you are not completely Closed Minded, then yes, I believe they can visit you in a way (like in your dreams) that does not scare the Shit Out Of.

Great Story. I am Very Glad you listened to her.

I think my Ancestors Have abandoned me. I mean, I ain't mad, because I'm pretty sure I've disgraced some of them, but either way they seem not to give a crap about me... so can I borrow some of yours? They sound pretty cool!

My Dear Old Dad came in a dream, and all he did was bitch about my hair...

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