Sitting Beside a Coma

Here is an article Chris wrote on her experience when I went into my coma.

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Cee has written the first part of her coma story, and I thought I’d write my side of it… what it’s like to sit beside the bed of someone you love dearly while they lie in a coma and on a ventilator.

Coma. What an intimidating word. When the doctors tell you that your loved one has slipped into a coma, your world implodes. Everything crashes in and smothers you. You can’t breathe, can’t think. You’re not exactly sure what the word means, but you know it’s bad. Very, very bad.

Fortunately, we were in a Trauma teaching hospital. The Emergency department was top notch. I had a whole cadre of caring doctors who taught me a lot about comas.

Rule 1: People in a coma can hear, so be careful what you say around them.

The ear is the only part of the human body that can’t be anesthetized…

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  1. I have been the watcher and the one being watched. I didn’t like either place.

    A coma is a very strange place to be. You are awake and not awake at the same time. You sort of know what’s going on, but not what’s REALLY going on? You hear what people say, but the place you are in is so strange and the images so bizarre, you can’t put the sounds you hear — or the feelings in your body — in context.

    And as a watcher, sometimes the person does not wake up. That’s hard.


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