Proof of Heaven

myself, and had I been able to discuss the matter, I would have agreed
with my stumped doctors that, to put it simply, I had a disease that was
virtually impossible for me to have.
Still unable to completely accept the evidence being presented from
the test results, the two doctors placed calls to experts in infectious
disease at major academic medical centers. Everyone agreed that the
results pointed to only one possible diagnosis.
But contracting a case of severe E. coli bacterial meningitis out of thin
air was not the only strange medical feat I performed that first day in the
hospital. In the final moments before leaving the emergency room, and
after two straight hours of guttural animal wails and groaning, I became
quiet. Then, out of nowhere, I shouted three words. They were crystal
clear, and heard by all the doctors and nurses present, as well as by
Holley, who stood a few paces away, just on the other side of the curtain.
“God, help me!”
Everyone rushed over to the stretcher. By the time they got to me, I
was completely unresponsive.
I have no memory of my time in the ER, including those three words I
shouted out. But they were the last I would speak for the next seven days.