La vida: un regalo que no sabemos manejar. Really…I mean, most of the time we have no clue what’s going to happen during the day, much less what is going to happen during our lifetime. Life is complicated – yes, at times it is beautiful…some people’s lives, more than others – yet, at times…life is walking through a labyrinth, blindfolded, hoping – praying a loving hand will reach you and guide you out…or at least help take off the blindfold.

So going back to my story, we left off with the surgeon finally coming in to cut my hair — and then. Adiós cabello largo y ondulado. Adiós trenzas, adiós colas de caballo, adiós… That was the last – in twenty-six years – that I saw of hair that fully covered my head. My hair now still seems to hint at strangers…don’t stare – she may be sick…going through chemo…we should pray for her…

La mañana de la cirugía, yo estaba más despierta que el sol -pendiente de todas las conversaciones alrededor de mí.

Okay, so maybe I was a little drowsy, but I could still hear and understand what was going on around me.  The head surgeon told my parents. “I’d just like to let you know that this is a very complicated operation.  It will last approximately eight hours.  Alexandra could come out of this surgery blind, retarded, paralyzed, or not even survive the surgery.  I don’t want to sound negative, but for your own sanity, expect the worst.” 

My team captain wasn’t having it. My Mom looked the doctor in the eyes and affirmed, “I believe my God will return Alejandra to me just as healthy as He gave her to me – if not better.” She then asked the head-surgeon if she could pray for his hands and informed him that she was headed to the chapel.

No me puedo imaginar el dolor y el miedo que mi mamá sentía en es momento. I can only imagine that it was at a greater level of the pain and the fear I felt while I was watching her.

Now…this next part I am going to share with you may be a bit of an enigma. Allow me to paint the picture.

Once inside the operation room, I was under full anesthesia.  I slept through the surgery; my physical body felt no pain.  While I was being operated on, the Lord permitted me to see what many only dream of.

During the surgery, I had an out of body experience.  My spirit floated out of my body, I glanced at myself on the operation table, and then everything went black.  I found myself walking through a long, dark tunnel with a small glimmering light at the end.  The farther I walked, the farther the light seemed, until I finally reached the end, where four giant Angels waited for me.  I was in a long, white satin, long-sleeve dress, and my wavy brown hair hung loose past my shoulders.  I stood in joyous awe, with two great Angels to my left and another two to my right.  The Angels were taller than anyone I had ever seen on earth.  Their wings spanned at least six feet across, and their eyes conveyed a sense of love and peace to my entire being.  I stood in wonder and bliss at the thought of where I was.

As the Angels and I walked past the trees, we reached a beautiful crystal lake; pure majesty, I couldn’t believe my eyes.  The Angels walked me into the clear water, always keeping me in the middle: two Angels at my left and two at my right.

Not once did they verbally speak to me.  The messages they communicated came by way of their eyes.  They splashed me with water, and as I looked from one Angel to another, I was told that this was only a glimpse of God’s splendor…  I was told that I had no idea of how many people around the world were praying for me and that prayer moved our Master’s heart. I was also told, I had to go back.

The angels then told me I was to share this experience with whoever was willing to listen.  I was to return to my body, and that was the final word; that was the Master’s plan for my life.

“But I want to stay here,” I argued.

“You must go,” they told me.

So in the middle of my arguing, “I want to stay!” and the Angels serenely telling me, “You have to go,” I fell back into my body.

I go into much more detail in my book – which I pray one day will get published. I hope to continue sharing with you and thank-you so much for blessing me with reading my stories. God bless. :)