Dying to Be Me: My Journey From Cancer, to Near Death, to True Healing by Anita Moorjani

Author:Anita Moorjani [Moorjani, Anita]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Biography, Philosophy, Non-Fiction, Spirituality
ISBN: 9781401937515
Publisher: Hay House
Published: 2012-03-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPtER 11

“Lady, whichever way I look at it,

you should be dead!”

Several weeks after I was given the all clear from cancer, I

was still processing everything that had happened, trying to

make sense of it. I was getting used to people I knew being visibly

shocked when they saw me for the first time since I’d come out of

the hospital.

Although no one ever said it to my face, I knew most of them

had thought I was going to die when they last saw me. They never

expected to see me again. Some tried to conceal their surprise at

how healthy I’d become in such a short time, but others didn’t

hide it so well.

“Oh my God, is that you?” my yoga teacher said, her jaw

almost hitting the floor when I walked into her studio for the first

time in six months. “You look amazing! I heard you were getting

better, but I never realized you were this well!”

Amirah had been my yoga instructor on and off for several

years, and she was a lovely person with a beautiful studio that

overlooked the Victorian part of Hong Kong’s central business dis-

trict. She’d been aware I was sick, and as I became weaker and was

unable to do many of the poses, she worked with me gently or had

me just lie in the shavasana pose (this consists of lying down in

total relaxation, as though asleep). When I could no longer do any

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other posture except shavasana, I still attended Amirah’s practice

because I just loved to soak in the positive energy of the class.

Finally, when I couldn’t go out and was confined to a wheel-

chair and connected to a portable oxygen tank while being cared

for at home by a full-time nurse, I stopped going to Amirah’s

studio.

So as soon as I was well enough to go out on my own, I wanted

to walk in during the middle of a class and surprise her—and she

was certainly surprised! Amirah then introduced me to the people

in the practice space, not all of whom knew me. But those who did

remember me were equally shocked. One lady’s eyes welled up as

she recalled how sick I was in the last days I attended the class. She

never thought she’d see me again, yet there I was . . . all she could

say was that it was a miracle.

everyone i met was Curious to Know what had happened. How did I

get so much better so quickly? But I found it was very difficult to

explain, and I started to realize that I didn’t fully understand it

myself. I just couldn’t find a way to describe what I’d gone through

so that others could understand. The words for such an experience

didn’t seem to exist, especially in English.

Then one day I received an e-mail from Anoop with a link

to a website about near-death experiences, or NDEs. He’d been

researching to see if anyone else had gone through something

similar to me, and he found the near Death Experience Research

Foundation’s (NDERF) website, www.nderf.org. In his message,

he said that what I experienced sounded

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