Death Defied, Life Defined – Review

Death Defied, Life Defined, A Miracle Man’s Memoir by Paul E. Perkins, is a compelling story of Paul’s constant battle against heart failure.

While waiting for a transplant, he shares the trials and tribulations of the accompanying health, and emotional issues involved.

What becomes paramount, when the waiting becomes too much, is the sheer determination to not give up.

Through surgery after surgery, relapse after relapse, he outlines the struggles he valiantly chose to not succumb to. His weary body came close to giving up the fight until the moments when he died.  These out-of-body experiences are described in detail, to the point of making the reader envious of the ‘journeys’ he travelled.  They give credence to other reports of heavenly visits, and of messages of hope that the recipients are charged with sharing on their return to the earthly realm.

He gives dramatic detail of medical teams, family and friends support, all so vital in providing him with the will to continue the painful, harrowing months of waiting for much-needed organ transplants that become his only option to death.

There is much in-depth detail in this story.  Paul gives greater power to his death experiences with the infinitely elaborate accounts of events leading up to each occurrence.  His obvious respect for the medical teams on whose care his very life depended is obvious. 

A book that cannot be ignored.  A story to make you think beyond your own limitations.  A tale of hope, and love, and the deep will to live.

I found it fascinating, captivating, exhausting, as I took on the weariness of his fight to survive.  His overwhelming determination to overcome provided me with much food for thought, and the out-of-body episodes enthralling – I could understand his yearning to just go.

His tremendous fighting spirit left me battle-weary, but hopeful of better things to come, proven as being credible, once again.

Well worth reading.

Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hiatus

Just posting a message to explain my lack of activity, as far as my blog is concerned.  I have broken my right wrist – I am right-handed too, so find typing very awkward.  So, taking this into consideration, I am taking a break from posting on my blog, as well as twitter and linkedin.

But, I’ll be back on a more regular basis, as soon as I am able.

My thanks to all of you, who have sent messages.  I appreciate every one of you – and them.

Patricia

So Today………………

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i continue to grapple the everyday activities using only my left hand.  it is not easy.  i feel i am working against all that my brain wants to do.

thankfully, for all who come close, i have managed to shower; shampoo my hair,  towel dry and, YEAH – apply deodorant 50% anyway……

i feel fresher.  right wrist/arm very uncomfortable.  painkillers effective, but make me sleepy.  prefer to do without but i need the relief they afford me.

my husband reminds me to be patient.  it’s just the second day of dealing with this (nuisance) injury.

family and friends have been amazing and i thank you all for your messages and telephone calls, as well as, your offers of help.

you are awesome and i love you.  glad you are in my life.

Patricia

 

Brooding Mood

After the Storm0010

 

The skies are grey and heavy-looking this morning.  Simultaneously, my mood drops to somber.

I could be thinking of dear neighbors who are dealing with the pending and unexpected loss of a dearly loved father.  Additionally, the mother (his wife – who is disabled), has been diagnosed with aggressive dementia and needs 24/7 care.  She barely knows what is happening around her.  When her husband dies she will need admission to a nursing home.  The family cannot look after her.  So, for them all, it’s a waiting game (not that I mean to make light of their burden).  The home will be sold.  A new life will begin for them all.

Me?  I’ll just have to get used to new neighbors.

What’s your mood today?  Hope it is bright and sunny!

Uh-oh:  the sun has broken through the clouds.   Lots to do.  Bye for now.

Patricia