“I was a hospice nurse for many years. Super gratifying job for a nurse, surprisingly. As a ‘regular’ nurse, you are rarely offered thanks. Hospice nursing is an island unto itself. Mostly peaceful, lots of times sad, often a blessing. This is sad, but also creepy, and I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it.
Had a 20 year old kid, gang member, who was dying of primary liver cancer. Super unusual, aggressive, and terminal. He was angry at the universe. His family was there to comfort him, but he literally spit in their faces. Every ounce of energy he had left was angry and mean and ugly. His mom would beg him to lighten up and accept Jesus into his heart. He would swing at her and tell her to go away. The family remained beside, in hopes he would chill out at the end. His last day, hours, moments, he was angry. The family called me into the room, and told me they thought he was going (he wasn’t responding, Cheyne-Stokes breaths, eyes glossy and skin cold–the end was imminent.) His lovely mother, in her dearest attempt, whispered to him to go towards the light, to her Jesus. With his dying breath he opened his eyes, looked at her and said, ‘I don’t want your Jesus!!!’. A second or two later, he slowly turned his head to the left, and got the most horrific look on his face as if he was looking at something we couldn’t see. Horrified, like in a bad movie, his face contorted, and he screamed with his last breath, eyes wide, ‘Oh no, oh no, OH NOOOOOOO!!!!’, then made a guttural noise and promptly fell back into the bed and died.
Every family member was shaking and too frightened to speak, and I left the room and took two days off. I don’t care if I never find out what he saw.” Source
