If You Knew the Day of Your Death…

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Okay, I’m not trying to be morbid here, but this title has very real significance for me. While in recovery after my routine laparoscopic hysterectomy a few weeks ago, I stopped breathing—for 3-5 minutes. My poor hubby was alone in the room when it happened. He called for the nurse, and within seconds fifteen medical professionals were attaching all sorts …