oooooo spooky!

Ghosts is real!!!! And so are MIRACLES. This week's story is truly incredible. Always keep your faith people!

"My dad has been battling cancer for the past 6 years. He has undergone many treatments and surgeries. He has actually died and been resuscitated 3 times now. His doctors always say that they don’t know if he is the luckiest guy they know or the unluckiest because of the amount of complications he’s had, all of which should have killed him, but haven’t multiple times. He says he doesn’t remember anything for weeks surrounding these times that he scares the absolute shit out of us as we prepare our goodbyes, and then all of a sudden get a call that he’s awake and talking. But I had a really crazy experience the weeks surrounding his last surgery that went wrong. I am convinced I saw ghosts and I think they were protecting him.

In 2018, my dad underwent a colon resection surgery to remove the cancerous part of his colon. This sounds like an intense surgery, but it’s a pretty routine one, and he was in the best hospital in the country for the cause,  so we weren’t worried. My dad wound up with septic shock 3 days later due to a leak in his colon and almost died. His recovery was grueling. He had to relearn how to walk and eat and everything. It took him about 2 years to become independent again – but with a colostomy bag and horrible hernias because of this botched surgery, he was never back to normal. December 4th, 2020, he was scheduled to get all of this fixed up. They were going to reverse his colostomy bag and fix the hernias so he could get his life back again and be strong for his next round of chemo. However, the same thing happened. There was a leak in his colon and he went into septic shock again and we even went in to say goodbye because he was going into organ failure. The next day he was awake.

Before this surgery,  I had a sense of dread I cannot explain. My dog was also acting super weird for the week leading up to me going home to NJ to be with my family for this. She was waking up in the middle of the night and barking at the corner of my room, which she has never done before and not again since. During the day she was always looking behind me instead of at me. I was convinced she saw a ghost and I welcomed them knowing I was about to be under a lot of stress surrounding this surgery. I thought it was some relative letting me know I’m not alone.

The night before this surgery, December 3rd, my dad was standing in the kitchen and I was in the next room on the couch where I could see him through the doorway. I saw someone hug him from the side. I thought he and my mom were saying goodnight, so I wanted to hug him goodnight too, so I walked in there and he was alone. My mom was upstairs and so were my brothers.

I still can’t believe I can call my dad today and hear his voice because I was sure I never would again this time. To die and come back to life two times is one thing, but I was sure 3 would be too much for one body. But here we are, and I owe it to whoever that was protecting us from beyond.”