I was driving back to London with my wife after spending a weekend in Devon. We had driven 250 miles and only had 20 miles to go when I began to feel very ill. My wife took me to hospital and I was instantly admitted with acute pancreatitis. I became critically ill. I couldn’t eat and I was on liquid feed by a tube inserted into my lower stomach. I was informed that I had a 20% survival expectancy as the acid from my pancreas had destroyed 50% of my pancreas.
I was devastated because I didn’t want to die. I wanted to spend more years with my wife, there were things left to do, places to visit. I wasn’t ready to die. After three months on a normal ward and a weight loss of five stones I was moved into a solitary room away from other patients. I knew why I was moved. Those rooms were for the dying.
A young muslim nurse was assigned to look after me. She told me a story about her mother being told that she was dying from cancer. She began to read The Secret and was still alive and well ten years after being told that she would die. The nurse bought a copy of The Secret and gave it to me the next day. I started reading the section about illness. There was a section that I constantly read. It said that millions of cells in your body die every day and are replaced. Think positive, bad cells die as well as good cells. The new cells that replace your bad cells will help you to recover.
I began to think positive and I got stronger every day. I started eating very small amounts of food and got even stronger every day. My feeding tube became blocked one weekend and they was no one available who could replace it. I was asked if I would like to go home for the weekend. I walked out of the hospital and collapsed in the car park as I was still so weak. My wife took me home and I am still here ten years later.
I have spent more years with my wife. I have done more things that I wanted to do. I have visited a lot more places around the world. I was not ready to die and I didn’t die. I am convinced that The Secret helped me with the power of positive thinking. I often think about my nurse and her mother. My only regret is not knowing where my nurse went after she moved to another hospital. I owe her so much. Thank you.