Something different

There was a show on the other night about near-death experiences.  Have you ever had one?  It brought back memories of when I first got sick with heart problems.  You see, my brother was very sick, dying of cancer in the Hospice unit of the hospital.  Being a nurse I knew he didn't have much time left.  I was also getting sicker by the day and didn't let him know.  Tests were being done and I needed to wait till all the results were in.  A few days later my brother left this earth.  Two nights later I was in the Emergency Room with congestive heart failure and pulmonary hypertension.  I knew I was sick but not this bad.  They wanted to do a cardiac catherization on Friday night.  What could I say.  I was too sick to not agree.  While they were doing it and found the pulmonary hypertension, they injected a medication.  It took my blood pressure down to almost nothing.  I was at that point fighting for my life.  All of a sudden I saw my brother.  He wanted me to come with him.  I wasn't ready and told him.  He disappeared and I continued my fight with the nurses and doctor helping me.  I did come back but I had a long fight to go....