Coma
The first time I was confronted with a coma patient, I was 11. My father had a serious car accident, hit by a drunken truck driver. He was finally lying in the creases, unrecognizable, countless head injuries, face was completely open, limbs shattered, and he was in a coma. It was a very strange sensation, the once vital man was there like a greenhouse plant, my father didn't make it to the end of the day and everyone said that it was better. Everyone said my father didn't want to go on like this. My world stood still. My father was my everything, my great support and my love and with him I could just be myself. I think, as I knew my father, he would have liked to be able to stand by me, even if it was in his coma. But I stood alone in this, got removed from him, the plug was pulled, my father was gone.
The second time I was confronted with a coma patient, I was twenty-six. It was a potentially even stranger sensation. From a distance I saw her lying, I thought like my father, who was also with his head completely in the bandage. I felt a slight pressure on my left shoulder and heard strange sounds. - Daddy? My father, I could feel his presence. It was like he was standing obliquely behind me, putting his hand on my shoulder. It took me a while to recognize the sounds, for the first time I heard the voice of him again.
“Girl of mine, girl, look at you, you see yourself lying there. Girl of mine, girl. Fight.”
“But Dad, I can't feel anything!”
Hersenen actief tijdens kunstmatige coma: Waar ben ik? en zwijgplicht