Gladstone woman has brain parts removed while in a coma
It is now nine years since I was admitted to the Royal Brisbane Hospital. I was in a critical condition with a severe head injury.
Portions of my frontal brain had been removed because they were damaged and seven titanium plates inserted to replace the shattered bones in my skull. A shunt and a battery were removing the excess cerebrospinal fluid from my brain. I was being kept alive by a ventilator and a cardiac stimulator. Several hours earlier, I had been prepared for organ harvesting.
My sister came from Darwin with the hope that she would see me before I died. When she arrived, what she saw was me - doing a very good impersonation of the Michelin Man.
I spent the next 52 days in a coma. Then, one afternoon, I woke up. I was sitting on a bed in a strange place. The worst thing was that I was wearing a pair of brown checked pyjamas. I touched my head. I had no hair and I had a tiara of inch nails across the front of my head. I had a scab on my throat. My nails looked dreadful. I didn't know where I was. I looked out of the window and could see that I was in a big city. The room that I was in had an amazing array of strange equipment.
Since then, I have learnt many things. I have learned that evil exists and the devil is real. I have learnt that many people are so shallow that they should be drought declared. I have also learned that there are angels who walk among us every day. There are people who are so kind and generous that they are saints who have not yet been canonized; others just need cannons.
Many people have asked me about my time on the other side.
Probably the most important thing that I have learnt is that it isn't anywhere near as hot as the nuns said that it would be.