Excellent news, for Chicago Bob, lisah. The early detection is huge.

Near death: not so many, though I did spin out on the freeway at 80 mph. I was going too fast (obviously) and trying to get around a semi, which blocked my view of the car also trying to get around the semi and going much slower than me as it came from the entrance ramp.

So I suddenly had a car in front of me and I hit the brakes and my car went skidding across two lines (in front of the semi, no less) and wound up in the breakdown lane, facing the wrong direction. Nobody hit me, which is just...unlikely. I'm surprised the car didn't roll.

I remember my legs were shaking so badly that I could barely work the accelerator to try and turn it around and get back to work.

It happened in Sacramento and when I go on that freeway on our way to Reno or Lake Tahoe I always have a bit of a flashback.

Also, when I was in Junior High I was riding my bike to school and got caught in a massive downpour so I was riding as fast as I could, and recklessly. It was still dark out and I cut across a lane and the only reason I wasn't plastered was because the woman in the oncoming car had quick reflexes. I still remember the look of shock on her face.

I saw a kid on a bike get hit by a car once and though the car wasn't going fast he flew about twenty feet in the air. Shocking how much force is involved.

I saw a kid on a bike get hit by a car once and though the car wasn't going fast he flew about twenty feet in the air. Shocking how much force is involved.

Yeah, I saw a kid on a bike do something stupid and get hit by a car. He flew about ten feet, but appeared uninjured. Hope he learned a lesson....

What did they do to get you breathing again?

Yell at me. No, seriously.

What they actually *should* do is just put me on an oxygen cannula, and then the monitors never go off, but again, whatev.

But what usually happens is the low pulse-ox monitor goes off and I think "Fuck, this is going to piss them off" and I take some deep breaths and EVERYTHING IS OKAY.

Oh, ita.

I don't think I've ever been near death. I did pass out when the anesthesiologist cranked the epidural back up before my C-section, and Stephen tells me the doctors were all "Whoops" about it. @@

I think the closest I've been to getting killed (possibly besides being hit by the SUV) was when I was attacked by a heifer. But I think I've told that story here before.

Hubby's had the near-death thing--surprise!--but he hates talking about it. He's had 3 of them, and all he says is that they're all very similar.

I've never even been bitten by a moose.

Like a real, mooing one, right? Not like a "man-stealing heffa,"(I heard one woman call another that on a bus once...it stuck with me.)

Never been near death. Never even been in a fender bender (hope I'm not jinxing myself). I've done stupid things that could have gotten me killed (like go hiking in the Carpathians during a blizzard) and have had near mishaps with construction sites and nail guns and such, but no near death experiences.

Which is fine with me, really.

Like a real, mooing one, right?

Yeah. She was in heat (the first time heifers goes into heat they sometimes act crazy). She knocked me to the ground and pinned me there using her head. Then she apparently was trying to use her nonexistent horns to gore my chest. (Thanks, Dad, for de-horning all our cattle.) I was punching her in the head but her skull was too thick so it had no effect. So I jammed my fingers in her eyes and she backed off enough for me to get up and get away.