Eish... That's rough MT, sorry to hear about it. Glad you're sorted.
I had a haemothorax after piercing my lungs with bits of my ribs... Flatlined twice on the operating table. I did see that bright light, but decided to pass because I knew my kids would not want to be without their dad. Strangely, I came out of it more calm and focussed than I had been in years. I guess a brush with the grim reaper makes one realise that life is there to be lived and best just get on with it.
Makes you appreciate every breath so much more and I have got an appointment with that GT at Muchombe rock