Hi, my name is Glen Mc Millan. As the owner and the author of this site, I have decided to create this site as a way of sharing my experiences with others. This is my story in short.
February 1970 - I lived in Mt Roskill with my three brothers, one sister and my parents ( the best ), always very supportive.
I lived on top of a hill on a very steep road. A couple of months after my 10th birthday, I returned home from school, had a little snack and told my mum I was going down the road to visit my friend. I had a two wheeler bicycle and like many young boys I was speed crazy. So off I went, flat stick peddling down the road.
On this day my life would change. In my own street I was to run into roadwork's dug just an hour earlier. I fell and somehow got up and walked home, when I got inside, I collapsed.
My eyes closed and i fell unconscious I was rushed to hospital it would be 32 days before my eyes opened again. It would be almost four years before I finally got to go home.
The four years of my life between early 1970 through to late 1974 were not pleasant. Aged 10 years, I had a cycle accident in the very street I lived in. As a result of my accident I was left with a permanent disability. I suffered a subdural hematoma, which is bleeding to the brain.
I was rushed to the main hospital in Auckland and shortly after arriving I was operated on to relieve the pressure that was building around my brain. Surgery went well so I was to be transferred still unconscious to a general ward. The year was 1970, I was put still unconscious on a hospital bed to be pushed up the road to a different ward to recover.
While being pushed up the road I was accompanied by a nurse and an orderly, and things were about to go terribly wrong.
Whilst being pushed between hospital buildings I was to suffer sudden heart failure, my brain was closing down and I had stopped breathing.
It would take almost ten minutes to get me back inside the hospital and attended too.
A great team of medical staff sprang into action. Strangely, despite being near death I felt I was aware of what was happening.
This near death experience was to occur many times over the next eighteen months as I valiantly cling to life.
My breathing was being assisted by a machine, as I was unable to breath by myself .
I was deeply comatose for the first month, I was aware of noises but my eyes would not open. I was to clinically die on at least four occasions.
Although I was only ten years old, I have very vivid memories of this Near death experience
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