But what is death? Is it a process? Is it a moment?

Kathy E. Magliato
MD, MBA, FACS
This morning my two-year-old son asked me, “Mommy, what does the heart say?” “Lub-Dub,” I replied with a nurturing smile. “Lub-Dub.” The heart makes two sounds in sequence with each beat. And your heart, a very persistent organ indeed, beats 80 times each minute, 100,000 times each day and 42 million times in an average lifetime.

Until it stops.

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Until you die.

But what is death? Is it a process? Is it a moment? Does death occur when the heart ceases to beat? As a heart surgeon, it is my honor and privilege to make the heart stop beating each day in order to repair it and yet, this is not death. The definition of death has evolved over time. A person can be clinically brain dead and have no viable brain function but still have a beating heart. So when is the moment of death and what is is the process? Having been at the bedside of many patients that cross the threshold between life and death, I can tell you that there is a distinct change that occurs in a person when both their brain function and heart function cease. While the death of a loved one is truly a tragic event, the actual process can be quite beautiful. There is a stillness that washes over the dying body and culminates in a peacefulness that is far more serene than is seen in a sleeping state. This is followed by a distinct moment when death overtakes a person - their features seem to change and become less lifelike. It is as if their essence, or that which made them who they were in life, leaves their body. The shell of who they once were is left behind for those to mourn. It is not a frightening process. It is simply a part of life, for without life there can be no death and without death there can be no life. They coexist in a meaningful and necessary relationship that constitutes the journey we all must take. And sometimes, people teeter on the edge between the two. I have borne witness to patients who have survived a near-death experience. They all have one thing in common: they have experienced something extraordinary. They have stood on that line between life and death, hesitated for a moment, and simply took a step back. And they are forever changed. So when your heart no longer says “Lub-Dub” and your brain no longer functions, please understand that you are in the moment of a process on a journey that is as much a part of your life as life itself. Dr. Kathy Magliato is one of the few female cardiothoracic surgeons in the world. She is the director of Women’s Cardiac Services at Saint John’s Health Center in Santa Monica, California.
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Blimey - really interesting post this - really makes you think and question things!

Frank Polenose of Quick Loans

Blimey - really interesting post this - really makes you think and question things!

Frank Polenose

Last summer I was on vacation with two of my best friends in Mexico when this terrible tragedy occurred. I fell three stories from my hotel balcony. My best friend since kindergarten gave me C.P.R. on site and saved my life, while my other best friend since first grade, screamed for an ambulance. I was rushed to a small hospital nearby where it was discovered that I had sustained 4 broken ribs, an orbital fracture to my face, a frontal lobe contusion, lacerations to my spleen, liver, and pancreas and also a punctured lung due to the rib. That is just a small fraction of what I actually went through, but I just wanted to throw it your way to see if you could possibly use it. Basically, the last thing I remembered doing in Mexico was ten shots of tequila in a row, and subsequently waking up five weeks later in a hospital bed in Cincinnati, OH. This is where I had to relearn pretty much everything I knew. I also learned that I had literally died three separate times and had to be revived each time. Another interesting part of the story, which most people take for granted, is that U.S. insurance is not accepted in Mexico. Luckily, I happened to have a nextel phone with direct connect that my friends used to contact my dad. He immediately booked the first available flight and arrived the following afternoon. The Mexican doctors told him that my spleen needed to be removed and that I only had 3 hours to live. He could either pay 20 thousand dollars to have it removed, or he could have transferred me to another hospital with only a three hour window. There weren't any other hospitals. So he ended up putting nearly 50 thousand dollars in bills on his credit card. It starts to make you think of all the immigrants that come to the U.S. without anything, and they go to our emergency rooms everyday to have their lives saved without paying a cent. I wasn’t even allowed onto an ambulance without my friends scrambling to find 500 dollars cash a piece for a near death ride to the hospital. Not to mention, the Mexican ambulance drivers stole my brand new shoes right off my feet. If my father hadn’t been there, there is no doubt in my mind that I’d be dead today.

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