Anita Moorjani had been rushed to the hospital after she fell into a coma due to her end-stage lymphoma. Feb. 2, 2006, was the day she “died.” Her tumors had grown to the size of golf balls and lemons, and the rest of Moorjani’s body had wasted away. She was skeletal by this time, having spent the prior four years becoming progressively more ill.
The doctor told Moorjani’s husband she was no longer “in there” and that it was “too late to save her.”
Moorjani had been comatose at the time, yet she could hear and see this conversation. She could feel and see the emotional frenzy of her family members, including her brother, who was in another country and had to fly out to see his sister. But most surprising to her was how wonderful she felt—buoyant and pain-free, and feeling for the first time in her life a perfect acceptance of who she was….