BELIEVING THE BEST
One day my wonderful twelve-year-old cocker spaniel went off his food, which was absolutely unheard of. He was also struggling to drink, and the water just seemed to pour out of his mouth instead of his being able to swallow.
I took him to the vet, and while we were in the waiting room, blood started to gush from his mouth. We were rushed into the examining room, and I was told that he would need to be anesthetized to investigate the problem; given his age, they said, it could be an abscess from a rotten tooth. I left him at the vet with arrangements to pick him up later.
Then came the shocking phone call.
The vet telephoned while my dog was on the operating table. They had found a massive tumor growing inside his tongue and another underneath his tongue. He also had a lump on his chest. The vet stated that it was a really aggressive form of cancer and the kindest thing would be not to wake him from the anesthetic but to let him drift off to sleep.
I was horrified and mortified. However, I could not let my dog be put to sleep without being certain of the diagnosis. Going against the vet’s wishes, I instructed him to take biopsies of all the lumps and also to do any necessary dental work. He did as I asked, all the while making me feel as if I were letting my dog suffer unnecessarily and that the dental work would just increase my bill while the dog would not have the time to enjoy its benefits since he probably had no more than two weeks to live.
When I picked him up and brought him home, the whole family was devastated. That night he was in so much pain that I really did feel I had been selfish and, for a brief time, regretted my decision.
And then I remembered the teachings of The Secret.
From that point on, with every fiber of my body, I put all my energy into believing that he had an infection, no cancer, and that he would be fine. I thanked the Universe every spare moment, over and over again, for his healing and being back to his old self. I can truly say that I actually believed it was so and relayed to anyone who would listen that he was fine and well on the road to recovery!
We had a checkup at the vet a couple of days later, at which time I was given painkillers and antibiotics and told there was nothing more to be done than to make him comfortable. During the week that followed, I put my full trust into his being cured and refused to let myself even think of any other outcome.
Finally, the vet called with the biopsy results. He was completely shocked, but all tests had come back negative for cancer.
I was told that it was highly likely they had simply missed the cancer cells, but it was a bit of a fluke that all three biopsies were negative. For me, it wasn’t a fluke or an incorrect result. To top it all off, none of his teeth was bad or needed to be removed!
I thank the Universe every day for his health and the fact that I didn’t listen to the vet on that miserable day when everything looked bleak!