they see dead people

In my 7 years of clinical nursing experience, I have encountered many incidents wherein dying patients, especially cancer patients in do-not-resuscitate status, would see relatives who apparently were already dead.

Yesterday while I was in a patient's room giving some instructions to the family; the patient, a 56 year-old female, with breast cancer (lungs, and bone metastasis), dying, in DNR status, suddenly raised her hand like reaching for something. Blankly staring at the ceiling, she struggled to speak, thanking her parents whom she said have finally arrived to fetch her so the three of them can fly together. She was pronounced dead after almost 2 hours after that incident.

It's like they were just hallucinating of some sort due to rapid deterioration of mental faculties. But it still makes me wonder why they tend to "see" their parents or other close relatives instead of say, angels or Elvis?

this is a very common phenomenon with the dying.

90% of the time, they see loved ones who have passed.

the other 10%, do see angels or religious figures.

it is thought that those who've died and come to take the pt, are the pt's spiritual guides...

i.e., energies that pervade our souls with love.

i've worked inpt hospice long enough to r/o hallucinations.

dear Lord, the things i've seen.

it's breath-taking to observe, and (mostly) a great source of comfort for the pt.

i love it when pts get these visitors.

leslie

Absoulutely sure it's a hallucination? What about the woman in the next room who wants her drapes closed because she is seeing the angel of death looking in.... an hour later the woman in the room next to hers dies.....

Re: they see dead people

Absoulutely sure it's a hallucination? What about the woman in the next room who wants her drapes closed because she is seeing the angel of death looking in.... an hour later the woman in the room next to hers dies.....

>hmm...hallucination plus coincidence?

Perhaps her 3rd eye is open, or she really does have paranormal powers which is so cool!

I honestly don't know.

I remember when my husband was in ICU. Threw a few pulmonary emboli to the lungs after a standard ORIF surgery on his left femur. There were a lot of touch and go hours there where his doc was pretty sure he wasn't going to make it through. My husband remembers nothing about those three days...except for a "visit" from his grandfather who had died some 30 years earlier. He swore it wasn't a dream, but rather, he was able to "feel" him coming to take him away. Eventually, my husband stabilized and that feeling went away. He still believes that his grandfather came to tell him that, while he was close to "coming home", that it wasn't his time to go...gave him a hug, and let go of him.

The detail that he describes this phenomenon in is incredible...and has stayed with him all these years later.

The detail that he describes this phenomenon in is incredible...and has stayed with him all these years later.

when my grandpa died (i was 22), i was devastated.

shortly after his death, i had a 'dream' where it was just grandpa and me.

it showed me uncontrollably crying and asking him, "are you finally with grandma?" (who had died 6 mos before)

he put his hand on my cheek...

and even in the dream i fully remember not being able to feel his hand, but DID feel the warmth of it, on my cheek.

and he answered, "it's a long way from ny, but yes, i'm with your grandma".

i don't remember anything after that.

but 29 yrs later, i remember his hand/warmth, as if it was yesterday.

i know we talked.

stuff like what your husband and millions of others have experienced, really does stay with you for life.

i consider myself incredibly blessed, to have been a part of so many of my dying pt's experiences.

it is truly a privilege.

leslie

I lost my sister (30 years old) in Hospice a few years ago to brain cancer. A few days before she died she told us that she was on a dirt road, with wheeping willow tress swaying along the path... along the path were all of the friends/family who had passed. Some she had known, some she had not, all chanting her name, as if they were rooting for her to "cross the finish line". She also often spoke to a little boy who was in her room making a mess with his crackers, his toys, etc. We could never figure out who it was until one of the hospice nurses told us that before her in that same room was an infant whose parents wanted to hold him without all the tubes, so they transferred him to that Hospice room.

My opinion is that our loved one reach out to greet us as we are passing so we will have no fear. After watching her pass, I have no fear of death. If death can be peaceful, hers was and I am so grateful to know that she was welcomed into Heaven by people she loved.

I just have to share my story with ya'll. Well, actually, it's my father's story. My grandparents had this big ol' cat. Napoleon was part bobcat and he was HUGE. He tolerated everyone but my grandmother. Granny could do anything with Nappie and he adored her! As dad tells it, when Granny died her her long dead Nappie came to visit her. My Granddaddy looked at my Dad and said,"Do you see that?" and there he was, curled up next to Granny, her stroking his long coat. When my grandfather was dying, my dad once again saw Nappie, curled up in Granddaddy's lap.

My father died an agonizing death from mesothelioma. He refused pain meds most of the time because he didn't like how loopy they made him feel. He didn't give up until the last 36 hours of his life when he finally consented to have a morphine drip hooked up. We talked for a few minutes and I told him that this was his getting off point. He agreed. Then he went to sleep. Dad only woke up once, about 2 hours before he passed. He opened his eyes and patted the bed. My sister and I SAW with our own eyes little cat footprints move up the blanket and stop by my dad's side. Dad began stroking and patting the spot. Then the little footprints went up to the top of the bed and "jumped' off. My sister and I distinctly heard a cat's soft squeak(Nappied didn't meow) and then purring. It was so vivid we looked under the bed! After Nappie's visit, Dad settled down. I told him that his mom & dad would be coming for him in a little bit and he needed to go with them. He smiled, but did not wake up.

I don't know what exactly we saw. I didn't see an actual cat. But I clearly saw evidence of "something" on that bed.

My mom died from ovarian cancer almost 6 years ago. Towards the end, she was seeing people who had previously passed away. At one point she told me they were all lined up in the back of the room and she said to me, "don't you see them?" I didn't see anything and was totally freaked out by it at the time because I didn't understand what was happening, but then she said that they were telling her that she'd be with them soon and not to be afraid. She seemed comforted by it. I asked the hospice nurse about it later and she explained that it's common in those who are dying of a terminal illness. A few months before she died and was still in relatively good health, she had a dream where her mother who had died 20 years prior appeared to her and told her the end was coming and that she'd be waiting for her on the other side.

My mom was on NO drugs (other than chemo) during this time so it was not a drug induced hallucination. I know science has tried to explain this by saying it's the dying brain causing these hallucinations, but after witnessing this first hand, I really don't believe it can be explained this way. I mean, why wouldn't the dying person see other types of visions and why do just about all terminally ill patients see their dead relatives?

I can't believe this extra-ordinary thing really happen around the world! I thought this is just due to the superstitious nature of Asians.

Thank you guys!

I will really google more of this subject. Might as well suggest the topic to my thesis consultant. (don't know if feasible )

Who knows why they do not see Elvis, or Angels? Thank goodness that when people die, they have someone, or something special to help them move on. Both of my parents passed on in 2007, my mother 1st, who from what I am told was reaching out to her parents, then, my father, who was so lonesome for my mom, that I know he was going on a journey looking for her. There is someone out there for all of us, at least that is what I believe.