One interesting aspect of this experience is that during the rather elaborate surgery that would have cured me if it hadn't been discovered during surgery that my cancer had metastasized (rendering it incurable and causing them to abort), I (as I understand it) actually technically died -- and then somehow pulled myself back.
You would be amazed how much street cred that gives you at a hospital. One doctor who seemed to be considering removing my epidural responded to my threat that he'd face a big fight if he tried by saying, "oh, sir, I don't think I'd want to try to fight with YOU." One orderly just came and sort of stared at me.
This makes me feel like The Phantom: The Ghost Who Walks.
But what I really wanna know is, am I now technically a newborn?