|Sobering picture of me taken |
by my sister when I was in a coma.
It took my family months before
they felt I could handle seeing the image.
I still am shocked to think this was actually me.
I was going through the most stressful time of my life when I had my AFE experience. Entrenched in a very public battle for tenure at my university, I did not even know I was pregnant until I was four months along. I ultimately won my tenure, but I found that the cost was too high because I lost two lives in the process, my own and that of my unborn child. Under the stresses of a two-year tenure battle, days after turning in my successful tenure appeal, my body crashed and I miscarried. I had been nearly six months pregnant when I lost my child at home. I was rushed to the hospital where I hemorrhaged nearly all my blood supply, requiring 14 units of transfusion and went into cardiac arrest. The team of doctors and nurses worked tirelessly to resuscitate me. Although protocol only called for 30 minutes of resuscitation, the lead doctor, an innovative, passionate, and brilliant South Asian woman, announced she would break protocol by continuing to perform CPR and asked who would join her. The whole team yelled in unison, “Yes.”