This is so powerful... thanks for the transcript. Dr. Coleman is a favorite: I have all his books. Lesson: NEVER GO TO THE HOSPITAL AT THE END OF ONE’S LIFE!!
I had decided, as my husband got older, then I would never call an ambulance and let anyone take him to a hospital as I was convinced that, whatever the protocols were, they would …
This is so powerful... thanks for the transcript. Dr. Coleman is a favorite: I have all his books. Lesson: NEVER GO TO THE HOSPITAL AT THE END OF ONE’S LIFE!!
I had decided, as my husband got older, then I would never call an ambulance and let anyone take him to a hospital as I was convinced that, whatever the protocols were, they would make him worse. When he had a stroke at the gym on Nov. 20, 2015, I refused the gym’s insistence that they “had” to call an ambulance, and managed to get him home. Took care of him for over a year... we actually had fun and laughter together... and I became close to my stepson, who came to the house about 5 days a week to help out. Harold died in my arms — while dying, he actually “came to” for a short while — and we talked about the fact that he was dying, he was grateful to me, told me how much he loved me — on a day that we were alone in the house (I’m convinced he unconsciously picked that day, when we would be alone... he “knew” that I would not panic, perhaps because I had told him about being with my mother when she passed — another beautiful time for me.) It was poignant and I treasure our last moments together, and I’m grateful that he had an easy passing after a long and hugely productive life. (You can look him up: Harold A. Rosen, “father of the geostationary satellite.”)
This is a beautiful story. So many were denied this loving time. No hospitals for me. Thank you for sharing your story. I hope it has an immense impact for others in your situation.
This is so powerful... thanks for the transcript. Dr. Coleman is a favorite: I have all his books. Lesson: NEVER GO TO THE HOSPITAL AT THE END OF ONE’S LIFE!!
I had decided, as my husband got older, then I would never call an ambulance and let anyone take him to a hospital as I was convinced that, whatever the protocols were, they would make him worse. When he had a stroke at the gym on Nov. 20, 2015, I refused the gym’s insistence that they “had” to call an ambulance, and managed to get him home. Took care of him for over a year... we actually had fun and laughter together... and I became close to my stepson, who came to the house about 5 days a week to help out. Harold died in my arms — while dying, he actually “came to” for a short while — and we talked about the fact that he was dying, he was grateful to me, told me how much he loved me — on a day that we were alone in the house (I’m convinced he unconsciously picked that day, when we would be alone... he “knew” that I would not panic, perhaps because I had told him about being with my mother when she passed — another beautiful time for me.) It was poignant and I treasure our last moments together, and I’m grateful that he had an easy passing after a long and hugely productive life. (You can look him up: Harold A. Rosen, “father of the geostationary satellite.”)
If anyone is interested, I post a video every 3 weeks on Rumble. Here’s my latest from last Saturday: https://rumble.com/v26m1re--the-great-re-awakening-im-now-a-proud-christian-nationalist...episode-109.html
This is a beautiful story. So many were denied this loving time. No hospitals for me. Thank you for sharing your story. I hope it has an immense impact for others in your situation.