Woman Dies From Allergic Reaction and Visits Hell

After suffering from severe stomach cramps for several days, we were forced to call the emergency services. I had to go directly to the nearest hospital, which was actually the hospital where I had given birth to my baby. We went there, but because of the pain, they began injecting several medications into my body. At one point, I stopped the nurse and asked her, "What are you injecting me with?" She explained it to me. I accepted it and allowed her to continue.

Then I was discharged and went home. But suddenly on September 16th in the middle of the night, I began feeling something strange happening to my tongue. I knew something wasn't right. I went in front of the mirror to look and I saw that one side of my tongue had become extremely swollen. Within 20 minutes, the other side had also swollen. I began thinking if this continues to swell until it reaches my lungs, I could die.

My husband wasn't at home. He was in Canada. I called him and told him, "I have to go to the emergency room immediately." He stayed on the phone with me while I drove. My tongue had become so swollen. When I arrived at the emergency room, I simply abandoned my car in front of the entrance. I left a note saying that in case I died, they should call my husband's number because I was in the emergency room.

I don't even know how they parked my car afterward. I simply left it there. When I entered and they saw me, I watched the entire medical staff immediately gather because they understood that the situation was critical. They took me directly into the operating room. There were more than 50 doctors and medical professionals trying to find a solution because my tongue was so swollen that I was suffocating. They tried to insert a tube with a camera, but it couldn't pass through my throat.

So they said they would have to make an incision in my trachea so that I could breathe. They told me that afterward I would no longer be able to speak normally and that I would have a hole in my throat. I said, "God gave me a vision for this same time next year. I have a program for him. I cannot lose my voice." The doctor replied, "You can only carry out that program if you stay alive." I was suffocating.

I had to sign to give them permission before they could make the incision. But just as they were about to cut, a young medical student intervened. He said, "No, don't cut. We should try another method." He suggested using a smaller tube and forcing it through. They tried it and it worked. But while they were doing this, I felt my spirit leaving my body. Eventually, my spirit completely left my body.