All of a sudden peopled my room again, they are trying to wake me. They see that I'm blue and not breathing. They talk to me, they turn on the light, they touch me -- my eyes roll -- but nothing. The nurse runs to get the reversal drug. I had been given Oxy Cotton and my body wasn't accepting it. I remember standing at the end of my bed and asking, "am I going to die?" Then I ask, "Where's my John and JoDell, and I want my daughter "Casy". John was called and told to come back quick, something was wrong. JoDell had a feeling that something was wrong and she put a call into the hospital. Jen, my nurse, ask her who Casy was and she was told that Casey was my daughter that died a long time ago.
I learned (at a very young age) that my Father in Heaven heard my prayers, and, according to my faith, he would always answer them. "I know that this is True". There was a women standing in my room at the back of the bathroom door. She wasn't moving because of all of the commotion going on with the staff coming in and out. As it cleared out, she moved to the middle of the room. Then she moved next to my bed. Then she was gone.
My prayer was answered. I ask where Casey was and she was allowed to come. My John came back and my daughter JoDell came and stayed with me through the night.
John spoke with Jen, my nurse, and together they figured out best care for my pain.
If you were to ask me, Do I believe in miracles?" I would have to say, "most definitely".