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A Tumourous Christmas
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A Tumourous
Christmas 2005
- By Mark
Purdey
I would like to take this opportunity of expressing my eternal gratitude towards the first rate quality of
neuro-surgery and nursing at the Frenchay neurological hospital
at Bristol, UK, which miraculously saved my life on 21st December
2005; possibly enabling me an additional thirty years of life.
During the days before Christmas, I had developed some bizarre neuro-psychiatric symptoms involving flashing lights, loss of left sided and 3D orientation, migraines,
a ringing sound in my head, vomiting, photophobia which culminated in
the total loss of use of my legs, an inability to dress, put on my
boots and eventually, to communicate with others. The onset of my syndrome was most ironic in that these symptoms had first kicked in whilst I was writing up my book chapter on the clinical profile of victims of variant CJD. Strangely enough, my GP had even put me down as a possible case of CJD.
I had self diagnosed a brain tumour which was confirmed after being subjected to an MRI scan at Musgrove Hospital in Taunton, A massive
astro-glioma multiform malignant tumour was observed in my right parietal/occipital lobe - interestingly, this represents the area of the brain involved with abstract thinking (a well worn area with me, maybe!). The tumour was compressing my brain to such an extent that it had been causing the life threatening symptoms that
I had been experiencing. I now realise that it had been blighting me for several years.
I would also like to extend my immense appreciation for the
brilliance of the National Health service in the UK., who, despite lack of adequate financial resources are invariably able to successfully initiate and orchestrate so many sophisticated
neuro-surgical operations at the drop of a hat, as with my case at
Frenchay, within a mere two hours of diagnosis of such a life threatening condition. It is a miracle that a literal stranger can walk in from the street with some obscure neurological problem and find themselves subjected to such a high degree of first rate nursing care and
neuro-surgery within minutes of arrival. Since the patients seldom ever return to their wards after their discharge from the hospital, It seems unfair that these professionals rarely get to witness the successful outcome of their brilliant work.
The Excellent news is that the Surgery removed 95% of the malignant tissue during a protracted operation carried out on the longest, darkest winter
night of 2005 - at the winter solstice. It was a spiritual heal as well as a physical heal,
as all of my neurological and psychiatric faculties have rapidly returned to normal since arriving back on my
farm. Like so many near death encounters, my whole life was presented to me during the operation, when I was instantly able to visualise the cause of my tumour, as well as see my options for the future, regarding how best to cure the problem.
All fears that I had about my possible forthcoming death were
relinquished when I focused upon a mantra that I had been provided with for a mere five pounds and fifty pence at a time when I did a crash course in transcendental
meditation at Cork in western Ireland as a nineteen year old student on the road. My sounding of the mantra enabled me to home into the essence of the Holy
spirit, which was surprisingly abundant in that operating room.
This instantly provided me with the option for a future of eternal life. The choice was mine, and I felt instantly
energized and levitated beyond any world of doubt, fear or negativity over what was happening to me.
I successfully transcended my past guilt's, which had no doubt played a major role in the cause of this tumour, and felt rapidly healed .
Amazingly, despite the fact that I had not been interviewed by BBC radio for several years, an old broadcast covering one of my interviews was aired on the world service just as I was knocked out with the
anesthetic for the operation. My voice had coincidentally awoken a good spiritual healer friend of mine from her sleep,
thereby alerting her to my ordeal, and my instant requirement for spiritual healing!
The operation left me wholly healed, it seemed; It was like a miracle really for me; who not so many days ago had resigned myself to a lifetime of
useless legs.
For example, one particularly humiliating incident had seen me disembark
from the tractor and collapse onto a field that was 6in deep in mud. I had to crawl on my belly with my legs sprawled out, like a frog negotiating a surface of ice,
then lever my body across two fields of mud to get back to the farmhouse. At one point I had to scale a barbed
wire fence to cross the perimeter of the field and found myself pivoted along my belly by the barbed wire. I kind of hung there for a while like a world war one soldier escaping the trenches.
Some of my cows were stood across the field and had sensed a problem and started ambling towards
me. One of them cautiously approached me, she was obviously bewildered by the sight of my body
bizarrely strung up along the barbed wire fence! She stared deeply and earnestly into my eyes. This was a karmic reminder of the time when I was treating one of my BSE cows with a sulphate molecule to try to cure her of
BSE. Just before I had administered the sulphate, the cow had engaged with me via an identical mode of eye
contact and this reminded me of the stern words of a neighbouring farmer, who had insisted that it was cruel of me to keep a mad cow alive for my own
selfish experimental interests. He was right, and my intensive eye contact with this cow whilst I was pivoted along the barbed wire fence had taken me back to this previous
occasion of ocular contact with one of my cows, particularly pertinent since I was now suffering from a similar kind of neuro-psycho condition myself. This had obviously detonated deep into my memory bank and this incident was stirring up a guilt within.
When I was released from the hospital, they gave me a freebie wheelchair as a
Christmas present. This made me assume, albeit incorrectly, that I was supposed to be a cripple for the rest of my life, and it cracked me up into instant tears. I thought of the number of times I had left buildings, institutions, etc with my family when we would merely be heading for freedom holidays or walks in the hills, but this time it was different. I apparently would never be expected to walk again on my own - according to expert predictions.
But, the miracles continued. When we arrived back home at High
Barn Farm, we left the wheelchair folded in the back of the car and I found myself walking into my home unaided, which was weird when I had not walked for many days. By
Christmas morning, I started dancing to my daughter's CD of Celtic
music on our kitchen floor. By Boxing day afternoon, I was walking across the tops of the smooth boulders along the Lee Abbey seafront,
my favourite refuge on the West Somerset coastline.
My eternal gratitude is also extended to my tight knit group of family and friends who had rapidly rallied a strong team of support to help my wife Margaret cope with the farm and
our multitude of children during the crisis.
My brilliant brother Nigel, and daughter Mica have designed an all organic diet of foods and supplements/soft pharma for preventing/inhibiting
re-growth of the tumerous cells. This involved identifying the specific environmental promoters that had caused my condition in the first place.
Whilst my own self destructive mismanagement of stress and anger in my previous life had obviously played a major role in the cause of my tumour, I have now started looking for a common environmental promoter that is present in the homes of all of the many victims of glioma tumour in my region of west
Somerset. My preliminary research into this clear cut cluster of cases has observed the presence of copper deposits from all hot water boilers in the victims' residences, and the intensity of copper from our own boiler had clearly made me extremely hypersensitive to the water during the time of my acute illness. Presumably, the bonding of the copper into the tumerous tissues in the brain explains why I had become sensitive to electromagnetic fields - computer screens, pylon lines. The copper was acting as a conduit of this energy, perhaps initiating radical chain reactions which mutated DNA in the copper contaminated tissues - in my case, within the parietal lobe, etc.
I have embarked upon a major research project into the environmental triggers/promoters involved in this cluster of glioma tumours, involving analyses of water supplies and glioma tissues, so watch this space!
I appear to have transformed the negativity of my operation into a positive revolution throughout all aspects of my life - in my relationships, general psychological and physical health. It has left me empowered.
I remain totally optimistic for a full recovery and that the good nutrition, love, prayers and peace provided by so many of my friends and family will enable me to inhibit future proliferation of malignant cells. I guess that I need to live alongside and love my tumour!
I remain totally relaxed about my own capacity for self healing. There is a whole army of immuno-chemical soldiers stationed in the brain, of which we remain totally unaware. I reckon that these are continuously fighting away at the tumerous cells on our behalf.
All in all The science of this disease intrigues me. It excites me sufficiently, that I will achieve a total understanding of my tumour's requirements for survival,
eg; its need for a supply of sugar, copper ions, etc for its own growth. If I can starve the little blighter of its means of nourishment, then I should beat it back in the end.
Mark Purdey -
January 2006
NB. Mark Purdey is currently in a spiritual
retreat with family in the Eastern UK.
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