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My fiancé and I were supposed to get married in July 2022. Given the first 2 vaccine mandates, we figured that we had no choice but to keep on taking the boosters in order to be able to travel for our honeymoon / have liberties to go to stores etc.

I laid on the couch and told my fiancé to call an ambulance. While they were on their way, I was able to get up, clear out some space in the hallway for the stretcher and put the dogs away.

I will be contacting the archives departments to highlight these false reports to request modifications. I wasn't conscious and aware of the things I was saying. A lot reported was nonsense. The next thing I remember was a series of dreams (mixed with what I believe was heaven).

I also recall opening my eyes and feeling half my face begin to slowly droop (temporary paralysis). Doctors were yelling at me “Sir can you feel your arm?” etc. I thought it was a dream, but weeks later when I woke up, neurologists told me that it really happened.

At some point the ECMO had a malfunction and I began to bleed from one of the openings (they cut open your pelvic area on both sides and attach thick tubes to some arteries to divert blood flow in and out of the body to the ECMO machine to oxygenate it (zoom on the picture).

Unfortunately at that moment my mother was there and she witnessed towels of blood around me, while the staff waited for transport to come get me to bring me for surgery to repair the installation. My mother wanted to leave and a nurse held her back and said “no you stay”.

We believe the nurse was pretty sure I was going to die at that moment and wanted my mother to be there. Transport was taking too long to arrive, so the doctors and nurses decided to push me into surgery themselves, there wasn’t any more time left to wait.

During that surgery I lost more units of blood, and that’s when I believe I had died. I had purchased all my medical archives months later, just to find out whether I had a clinical death reported anywhere. And in fact, after that surgery I was being resuscitated.

Here's the proof for that:

Just for the record, I wasn’t a very religious person (more spiritual if anything), I never imagined what the afterlife would be and most importantly: when I was being rushed to the hospital I was starting to be out of it, I had zero clue that I’d die at some point.

You’d never think that these were potentially your last conscious minutes on earth. The first thing that I saw was a void dark space with a letter in-front of me, written by me. I couldn’t read what it said, so it was narrated to me by my own voice.

It started with “Dear friends and family, today I have passed away…”. That’s when I acknowledged that I was dead. It wasn’t scary nor sad, just a little surprising. My conscious was excited to see what was next.

The letter faded away and the next moment I was in this dark void space. Something scratched my arm to get my attention. I looked to my right and there was this little half human creature. It didn’t speak, it just pointed up to a direction to tell me where to go.

I knew I was heading to the after life and was kinda excited. At no point did I see my life flash behind me. I had said my goodbyes to everyone via the narration of the letter. Once I made it past the light I was in this infinitely energy rich space.

I was no longer in a physical-like form. It felt like a breath of fresh air to arrive there. The space was bright, blurry and empty space with no one near me. It felt like a new world with a blue sky, metallic coloured structures which spanned-to infinity.

I felt like there was infinity information which I could discover, I was fascinated. The colours were clear though everything was grainy compared to the real world. I looked around for a few seconds until then I was pulled out. I never saw it again.

Neurologists had assessed my brain and told my mother that there was little to no brain activity (they had done readings with electrodes on my head, I eventually lost hair in those areas).

My mom argued with them and said “no I was with him and as I said his name he squeeze my finger” — and a nurse backed up my mom and said “yes I saw it”. It began an argument between medical staff.

Some days later I began to show signs of waking up and trying to communicate with anagrams, though I wasn’t fully conscious yet. Then I just recall waking up and knowing I had survived. They extubated me, and the first things I told my mother was “I died and saw the afterlife”.

I wasn’t able to walk for months, had hand trembles and double vision for weeks after I woke up. My kidneys had also failed so I was on dialysis for weeks, hoping my kidneys would eventually begin to work again (luckily they did, the days were painful leading to a dialysis).

My lungs had collapsed so I would be short on breath for any movement which would require energy. The stitches in my pelvic area at some point began to open again, so they had to restitch it.

During that procedure I had an allergic reaction to lidocaine (see the dots on my arm). I couldn't breathe well. An open wound remained and I needed nurses to clean and pack my open wound for months, even after I left the hospital. Nurses would visit me daily at home to treat me.

The hospitalization was 2 months, followed by a rehabilitation centre. I left after just 5 days later because there was a COVID outbreak and I didn’t want to take a chance to get infected. I continued physio as an outpatient for a month until their mandate was completed.

Here's my recovery video:

It’s been over 6 months since my hospitalization and my heart is considered “normal”, though I have some mild scarring and the cardiologists told me that they don’t know the long-term effects of such scarring. After such an intensive treatment, it's a miracle that I'm recovering.

They also said that they couldn’t find any reason for all that’s happened to me. They’re currently searching for mitochondrial disease.

I was kind of a celebrity case in the hospital as medical teams were puzzled as to why any of this happened to me. Since they couldn’t find any other reason why, they came to see me and said that they have no choice but to report my case to the government and submitted...

a trace on the dose/vial that was given to me (don’t forget the fact that it all started with my fiancé being hospitalized first). Government officials called me and said that they were waiting for all my medical records to begin an investigation.

I haven’t heard from them since. They also offered to formalize (put a government stamp on) the vaccine exemption for me, though said that the hospital should contact them for such request. I’m still waiting for doctors to reply to me for that.

I’m currently trying to get my cardiologist or internal medicine doctor / director to try to fill up / sign the vaccine compensation form so that I could apply. It requires a doctor to represent your case.

One doctor asked the cardiologist to fill the form, while the cardiologist asked him to fill the form. It’s quite annoying and difficult to get a doctor (of the many who treated me) to represent my case.

Some extra points: • I experienced weird seizures though they’re not sure if they were even seizures. • I threw up a lot in my first day hospitalized. • I was delusional and was yelling at my family, they had to restrain me to the bed. I don’t recall any of that.

• I have neuropathy, and can’t feel many parts of my legs ie thighs. You can poke me, put ice… don’t feel a thing. • Genetic testing came back negative for any immune diseases. • I have no memory loss. - I have tonsil stones in my throat, likely from the intubation.

Mainly because it would be the last time you’d see loved ones in the shape you see them today. I was supposed to get married in July but we postponed it to the end of September 2022… coming in just a few weeks!❤️