READER REPORT:

I survived four brushes with death

MARTYN PATCHETT
Last updated 05:00 18/05/2014

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Miraculous moments, the day I survived

Flying solo at 700ft when the engine cut out Indebted to flatmate who saved my life Headlights, pure terror, then oblivion Kayaker caught on deadly conveyor belt My heartbeat's flatlining but I'm still alive Wallabies made life flash before my eyes A bloody bad tonsil removal I survived four brushes with death Soaking, scared and waiting to die Accepting my own death

My story might sound a little unbelievable, I sometimes don't believe it myself.

Since 2007 I've had four near death experiences from unrelated motor vehicle accidents and illnesses.

In 2007 I was rushed to hospital suffering from severe dehydration. The doctor preformed CPR on me and I flatlined at the hospital.

In 2008, I had a motorcycle accident that resulted in broken leg and foot, followed by a re-broken leg as a result of a medical incident and permanent nerve damage to my lower leg. I had about eight or nine operations as a result.

Anyway, "stuff" happens.

The next fateful event in 2011 was a misdiagnosed appendix problem, which ended up rupturing. By the time they discovered it, they estimated it had been burst for over seven days, but I think it was more like 14 days.

The surgeon said it was the worst case he'd seen on 300 operations. Suffice to say I was not a well boy and this time thought it was the end.

I also managed a bonus post-op infection, which also nearly ended my sojourn on planet Earth. It didn't, well not yet.

Towards the end of last year I was thinking I'd turned a corner and was starting to get back to full health (albeit with a few souvenirs).

Life was excellent! Until a wandering sheep happened to leap out in front of me on my motorbike and well, humm, ouch!

As I'm writing this account I'm still recovering from the "mutton menace" which left me with 34 fractures (mainly ribs), a punctured lung, and moderate concussion.

This one very nearly claimed my life as I was unconscious, bleeding into my lung for about an hour before I was found, then another hour before the ambo got there.

The reason I'm telling my story of woe is so people reading it can understand how precious your life is. Enjoy every minute like it's your last, one day it will be.

For me, my faith, along with enormous encouragement from my family and friends, has been a huge factor in keeping my near death experiences from becoming an actual death.

Even on the darkest of days there's sometimes a rainbow with a pot of gold waiting to be found.


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