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0:05 The portal of the afterlife was born with a medical condition that led me to be in the hospital for a long time. A lot of my memories are from that place. There were special dates, like Christmas, even my birthday, when I was hospitalized with me. My parents were always there. It was mainly my mother who accompanied me in this process. It may sound simple, but it wasn' t. I have no memory of how this pilgrimage began in different hospitals, nor of how I was diagnosed with cancer. I heard from my mom when she took me to the doctor who said that I started with a lot of fever and tiredness due to the increase in temperature in my body. I wasn' t hungry. My mom started taking me to a doctor who had her office in the colony. He was a good doctor, because he sent me to do studies to find out what disease he was facing. The studies that I underwent were conclusive. It was the first time my parents realized the type of illness I had. From that moment on, they started taking me to the social security doctor, although I was also treated in a particular way. Many of the difficult moments I spent in the hospital, my memory erased them I knew from my mother, who told me what happened to me like when I went into a coma and that of an unconscious week, I had very vague memories of that episode, but more than remembering

1:38 that I was in a coma my mind played a bad past because all that week that I was unconscious I lived a life as if it were real. I still keep the memory of a woman who was present in my life. She was like a mirage that appeared and disappeared from moment to moment. I remember that when I came out of the coma, I looked insistently for that woman as if she were part of my family, I searched the whole room without being able to find her. It was a little complicated to want to communicate with my mom, because it was hard to talk, but as soon as I could ask her about the woman, my mom was puzzled or told me that only she had been with me all that time, that sometimes my grandmother and some of my aunts visited me, although no one like the woman I was looking for to make communication easier, my mom showed me photographs of the people who had visited me. Each face was passed on the screen of the phone without being able to identify the woman I wanted to see. Denying all the time as soon as I saw a face, I slowly forgot about that vague memory I had of that woman. When I was out of the hospital. I spent it at home next to my parents. I had no brother, because I was the first daughter my parents had, but with the complexity of my health, they decided not to have any more children, mainly because my illness demanded many attentions, as well as time in the hospital.

3:06 As long as I didn' t have any complications, I was in my quiet house. Except for the days I had to attend chemotherapy. I spent most of the morning getting the treatment for it. I already had a catheter installed in my chest permanently so that there was no need to be biting with the needle constantly. They only connected me to the serum where I put all the medications I needed. Reactions to medicine were sometimes devastating, as I constantly vomited for a day, which did not allow me to eat or even have an appetite. There were other days when the side effects of the medication were very light. I almost felt nothing and could make my life relatively normal.

3:52 The days I felt better I went to school and could live with my colleagues and friends. Juliet was my closest friend. She was always present at the most complex moments of my illness. Sometimes she was allowed to come into the hospital, although she was usually not left, as she was a minor. Like me, I remember meeting Juliet at her house after I left school. He invited me to eat next to his family. We had a great meal. Then we went to his room to watch a movie. Everything was fine until I started feeling really bad. Juliet noticed, came up with me and told me she could call my mom or take me home. Then I didn ' t know what happened. I lost consciousness. I plunged into a series of unreal dreams in which the strange woman who talked to me all the time appeared. I' ve never seen her close enough I only saw her from the distance that her hand was reaching out for me to follow her. He was signaling me to get close to her. At first I stood there watching the one with distrust, something inside me told me that it was not safe to follow her and I must say that while I was unconscious and had those dreams, I thought it was a reality. I just realized it wasn' t true until I woke up, so I wasn' t sure I' d leave with that unknown woman. It was a slim figure. He always wore a long white dress. His long hair is lame. It reached to

5:26 his waist, which moved with the wind swing. On that occasion it was different. I wasn' t afraid, and I got a little closer to her. Maybe I did it because I was starting to recognize her with slow steps. I went to the place where I was, although as much as I walked I couldn' t reach it. He looked farther and farther away. However, there was an instant when I was close enough to see his face. That woman was on her back with her long hair. When he turned his head to talk to me, his cheeky face scared me, I had no eyes, no nose, no mouth. It was a skull that smiled at me all the time. I wanted to run, but I couldn ' t do it because I was holding my hand with a force that I couldn' t hold back. He kept dragging me because I was trying to resist his jaloneo trying to grab hold of anything around me. But that only gave that woman more strength to keep pulling until we reached an abyss. She stared at the darkness of the hole for a while. Then he turned to see me and, with his permanent sinister smile, he ventured along with me into the abyss. I can' t describe what I felt when I was falling into the void, nor can I describe the fear it gave me in the face of my imminent death. I closed my eyes, thinking that that way the prompt death would hurt less. When I opened my eyes, it

6:59 was hard for me to breathe. I felt a pain in my throat that wouldn' t let me speak, as well as a tightness in my chest. After being in so much darkness, the white light blinded me for a few seconds. I kept my eyes closed until again I was able to open them little by little. There were several doctors and nurses around me, as well as a defibrillator. As soon as the doctor saw that I opened my eyes, he asked one of the nurses present to remove the tube in my throat. After they took it from me, I felt like I could breathe and talk again, although I couldn' t say a single word. My voice didn' t answer me. I only stopped to lift my left arm in an erratic way, because I had lost the motor in my extremities.

7:45 Through Cristal' s window, I could recognize my parents' face. Their pale, emaciated faces were imprinted with the tiredness of being in the hospital for so long. It was the first time I was aware of the suffering I gave them because I spent so much time in the hospital because of my illness, although I could do nothing to change the facts. As the doctor examined me thoroughly, I could perceive a murmur that I had never heard before inside the hospital. It was as if several people were gathered praying the rosary. I tried to identify where the sound came from, but there was no one else inside the room. Except for the doctors and nurses, the doctor thought I was looking for my parents, because he pointed me to the place where they were. He asked me to be patient at any moment they could come in to see me. He probably saw my face bewildered, so he wanted to reassure me, although what he was really trying to find was to know where that murmur came from. After the doctor and nurses finished checking me out, my parents were allowed to come in and see me for a few minutes.

8:56 My mother immediately hugged me and covered my face with kisses. My dad was away worried. For the same reason, I did not want to tell them what I had lived during the induced coma because I was almost certain that it was death that brought me to my final destination, although I did not understand the reason why I had returned from the abyss of the afterlife. That night I was in intensive care. While I was in that room, my parents were not allowed to be with me. I could only see them through a glass. With his afflicted face. I felt extremely tired, so most of the time I was asleep. I only woke up when one of the nurses came to check my vital signs and supply the medication. I was so cold all the time, I told the nurse. She kindly took me a blanket. I fell asleep for a while. In that place I lost track of time because there were no windows to know if it was night or day a pleasant perfume. He woke me up. It was another sick woman who came to check me out. She smiled kindly at me. While he was doing his job, I noticed that he was wearing a white toilet hat on his head. It became quite strange to me, because all the nurses who had taken care of me did not bring it. He also had a white dress and a mandile of the same color. Your outfit. It seemed particular to me because I noticed an extreme cleansing, and it was not that the previous nurses were not, but that she, apart from her perfume, had

10:28 a particular smell in her clothes. As time went by, I knew it was starch so that the clothes would be perfectly ironed. After the nurse gave me the medication she needed with a nice smile, she said goodbye to me. He told me anything he needed to tell him. She' d be on the other side of the room. Attend to whatever need you had. For a few minutes I was surprised by the particular way the nurse treated me, although I fell asleep again in the morning allowed my mom to visit me for half an hour. He stayed with me. I told her about the nurse who treated me during the night and the uniform she was wearing. I could no longer continue my talk because another nurse came along with the doctor.

11:15 I asked them who had taken care of me during the night. The nurse anticipated to tell me that she was in charge of the night shift in the living room. I interrupted her to tell her what other nurse had put my medication in my serum. The nurse immediately corrected me by telling me that it was probably a dream that I had had, because after I came out of the induced coma, my mind was scattered, so I could have imagined that that woman attended me. I wanted to tell him that it wasn' t a dream, that everything was real, but the doctor intervened commenting on the side effects produced by the drugs that were giving me. As soon as they left, I told my mom that that woman had really given me attention that it had been nothing out of my imagination. My mother tried to calm me down. She didn' t contradict me anymore, but I noticed in her eyes that she didn' t believe me either. That day they switched me from intensive care to intermediate therapy. It was better to be in that room because there were more patients and more staff. My mother was also allowed to stay with me longer, although in the evening the room was again left in half light and in absolute silence. Again, that aroma that I had already identified was the same nurse that had treated me the night before. While he was doing his job, he watched her carefully. As soon as I finished doing it, I took her by the hand just to feel that it was

12:46 real and that nothing was the product of my imagination. She smiled at me. He told me not to worry. I' d be on the other side of the room, looking out for whatever need I had. Now I was sure she was real. Later, when more staff came to check me out, I told them about the nurse. Noting that I was not being given the necessary attention, I told them how she was dressed. The two nurses turned to be surprised. They didn' t tell me anything, but I figured they were hiding something from me. During the morning, my mom came into the living room to tell me she was going to be absent. I needed some paperwork and my dad was working. He asked me not to worry. He was well served inside the hospital. I was gonna get there as soon as possible to be by my side. I told him not to worry. I felt very good, as the doctors had said that the next day they were going to change me from intermediate therapy to a normal room, which meant that I was stable that day I didn' t feel so tired anymore. I was awake most of the time until a middle- aged woman came to visit me I knew it was someone who knew me why she called me by my name. That woman greeted me with a lot of familiarity, although to me she was a stranger. Surely she saw the distrust in my face. She told me that maybe I didn' t know her, but she was my aunt, Aunt Aurora I quietly refused, although somehow I felt

14:16 comfortable with her presence. When he called me by my name, I realized it wasn' t a mistake. I thought maybe my mom asked him to take care of me so I wouldn' t be left alone, even though I knew it wasn' t necessary for someone to be with me. The aunt' s stay was very pleasant, because she began to tell me when she and my mom were playing together, when they were little and a series of memories that for me were unknown, since my mom never told me about my aunt, nor had we frequented. I didn' t mind not knowing her or remembering her. We had a very pleasant conversation for a long time, although my aunt aurora was the one who spoke the most after she looked at the pulse clock. It was a small, curious artifact. I asked him about his watch. My aunt replied that it was a gift my mother gave her many years ago that was why she was so old and that she kept it as a very dear memory. My aunt said goodbye telling me it was too late, but the next day she would visit me again. She came up to kiss me on the cheek. Her face and her hands were frozen, although I didn' t care if I got a little cold.

15:28 The warmth with which he treated me compensated everything, mainly because it was possible for me to meet one of my aunts who, by chance of life, had had no contact with her. I was left alone for a long time. It was very strange for me that my mother did not arrive and it was not that I wanted her to be with me, but that she never left me alone, although that thought went away when I received a more smiling visit when I saw that a disoriented child asked for me. When I heard my name, I immediately lifted my dough I thought that my mom, knowing she was going to be late in getting to the hospital, sent people to see me so that she wouldn' t be alone. That child would be about my age. He was very quiet and quiet. I asked him who he was. He didn' t answer me. He just told me his name was John Paul and that my mom had told him a lot about me.

16:19 That' s why he wanted to come visit me and talk to me. The feeling I had with that child was very rare, because, although I did not know him, I did not feel uncomfortable with his presence. He didn' t talk much. His face was pale, his hair short, his eyes sad and dull. I asked him if something was wrong with him. He denied it. He told me he would have liked to meet me under other circumstances. I didn' t understand why you were telling me. Little by little he went into confidence. He started telling me about his games, his friends, my parents. When he told me about them, I had the impression that they weren' t my parents, because he referred to things that he didn' t know, like when my dad taught him how to use valor and spin. I asked him what those things were.

17:06 Laughing told me they were really fun toys. At that moment he began to smile his pale face changed completely. He told me a lot more stories he did next to my parents. I was hardly going to ask him how he had such a close relationship with my parents and why I never met him, although I could not do it because John Paul was startled. He told me it was time to go. Before he left, I took him by the hand. I asked him to come visit me more often, that I would like to meet him more. He smiled and pulled a marble out of his bag. He put it in my hands and left. I understood that that was the promise that made me return within a few minutes my mom arrived.

17:52 I thought, if it had taken a minute less, he would have met John Paul. I wanted to ask him if I hadn' t seen him, but it was so the apprehension he came with that he wouldn' t let me. He came touching my forehead to see if I didn' t have a temperature. He went to the nurse to ask her if she had given me the necessary medicines and what was the situation in which I was in. After a few minutes, my mom was relaxing. That' s when I could talk to her and tell her what visits she' d had. I thanked him for sending people close to me to keep me company. My mom looked at me strangely. She told me she didn' t ask anyone to come visit me. That' s why she arrived so in a hurry, because it took her longer than she thought to be her earrings calmly.

18:37 I could tell you about Aunt Aurora. While I was telling her, she looked at me strange. He asked me to tell him what Aunt Aurora was like. I told him he was nice, Alegre. My mom interrupted me abruptly. He asked me to describe in more detail what my aunt was like. I told her that she had straight hair up to the shoulders of Thin and very pretty Morena complexion. As I kept telling my mom what my aunt was like, she opened her eyes and stared at me. She asked me if I wasn' t lying to her question. It bothered me a lot because I had no reason to, I didn' t keep telling her about my Aunt Aurora. I preferred to talk about John Paul. As soon as I started telling her about my new friend, my mom took me by my hands and brought her face very close, so close to each other with a slit voice she asked me again if I wasn' t lying a little scared.

19:33 I said no, I didn' t have to. My mom sat down and wept uncomfortably in the chair next to my stretcher. I was puzzled by his reaction. I didn' t know what to do or what to say. Before I could react. He left the room to talk on the phone through the window glass. I could' ve seen her groping a lot. While I was talking right away. He got into the room a little quieter. He asked me to tell him about John Paul. I kept telling him the details as I told him about the meeting I had with him. My mom was getting heavy tears on her face. He couldn' t understand what was happening to him. Before concluding my account, I showed him the marble, which John Paul gave me with the promise that he would return so that we could play together. As soon as I showed my mother the marble, she couldn' t hold back. He began to weep uncompromisingly. I felt very bad to see my mother like this without knowing why she was so sad, nor for not being able to help her. We were quiet for a few minutes until the doctor came to tell us I was stable. I could go back to my house now. I was still puzzled by my mom ' s attitude. She didn' t ask me or tell me anything anymore.

20:53 He often looked out at the door. I thought I was expecting to see my Aunt Aurora or John Paul, but actually who I was waiting for was my father He came with a disfigured face. Among them they said something among murmurs. The first one to start talking was my father. He coughed several times to clear his throat. It seemed like what he was going to tell me cost him a lot of work. She told me that my aunt Aurora had been her sister, that she died when she was very young because of a very serious illness she had I thought that she could also have been treated for cancer and that my father did not want to tell me so that she would not scare me and that I could not understand how it was that she had come to visit me. I knew I wasn' t making anything up, because he had never told me about her, because she died before I was born. When my father revealed to me that my Aunt Aurora' s spirit was the one who came to visit me. I didn' t believe what he was saying, but I was sure it had happened. I wasn' t done getting out of my surprise. When my mother began to tell me a story with her voice left and her face emaciated, she told me that before I was born, they had had a son named John Paul, who had not told me because I was not old enough to understand what death was. But now that I knew, John Paul was my brother who died of leukemia when I was eight. My parents couldn' t keep talking anymore. The two melted into a hug as they cried. They concluded by

22:26 telling me that they now realized that their son had been present all along. I got out of the hospital because I had my crisis under control. I continued my chemotherapy treatment for more than a year, until the doctors did more studies and gave me the good news that the cancer went into remission every year. My parents took me to control to make sure everything was okay with my illness. At that time I couldn' t understand everything that happened to me. But now that the years have passed and that I am a young woman, after finding an answer to everything that happened, the scientific explanation or that of the doctors, said that, due to the cancer that I had and the states of unconsciousness, my brain had a dissociation from reality, since at that time my brain reduced blood flow and brain activity, along with the drugs that I received, I could be in a semi- conscious state, so I confused reality with fantasy. Of course, I didn' t believe what the doctors told me, because I never knew of Aunt Aurora or John Paul, much less of that nurse who dressed in a peculiar way. Some time later I met a psychic who revealed a truth to me. He told me that because of my illness I was about to die. I crossed the threshold of life and death for a moment, and that woman of my dreams was nothing but the death that had already taken me with her to the afterlife.

23:56 He couldn' t tell me why I came back or why and I could see those dead relatives. He told me that the most certain thing was that, being almost dead, I opened the portal of the dead and they could come to see me true or I did not believe the psychic more than the doctors, although I did not see my aunt Aurora again, nor my brother John Paul and much less the nurse. Story written and adapted by Adriana Cuevas