When I was fifty-eight, sixteen years after Tropical Spastic Paraparesis paralyzed my legs, I died on an operating table and experienced the bliss of what I thought might be heaven. But I was revived and suffered through a hellish recovery full of vivid delusions and nightmares. I could not [ ]
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