Saturday 29th December 2012

At least I think it is Saturday….I am really quite happily disorientated as to where, what, when and why I am. Mmmm?

Well, we made it. We have reached the £40,000 and we are now sitting in our little (cosy) room in Tijuana, Mexico. Nicola is – as always – sitting by my side (physically and spiritually) as I wait for the Doctor to arrive to begin my treatments. Today, I’m having Ozone treatment, B17, and Vitamin C infusions…can’t wait to get it started. Thank you, all, for giving me the chance of a lifetime (literally)

The farewell on Thursday afternoon was tough. The children were sad to see us go, but positive at the same time. Evangeline, especially, let her emotions show and the tears flowed. The boys were outwardly fine, but I know that they will miss us this New Year week…It’s the first time we’ve both ever been away from them for more than two days, so this does feel weird. I miss them enormously, and I think of them most of the time. We face timed them yesterday, lunchtime for us, but evening for you. That was amazing, and uplifting for both of us.

The flight was fabulous. Due to my blood clot, and my susceptibility to further clotting, you sent me club class so that my legs would be raised, and I thoroughly enjoyed all the benefits. Check in was a doddle, and the lounge facility at Heathrow was frankly embarrassingly indulgent and yet so enjoyable. I’ve never felt so spoilt and privileged in my life. I had a massage and free food and drinks (when I say drinks, I mean tea or apple juice, you’ll be pleased to hear). The flight itself was super, and I admit to not having even a wink of sleep. I read, I watched two films hitherto unseen (MIB3 and Total Recall), and listened to a selection of music via their BA system (ranging from Mike Oldfield’s classic to Maria Callas) and roved around the sleeping passengers like some naughty school boarder or sinister stalker…I was wearing my sexiest elasticated stockings for the whole flight and beyond as ordered by doctors and guardian angels alike. It was beautiful looking out of the windows at 30,000 feet on a full moon and a myriad stars. I felt God’s presence and enormity. I’m not even a dot. No, not even a dot upon a dot. Insignificant in the face of such expanse and sheer power and beauty. And yet here I was being flown as on the wings of eagles by your love to hope and a future. Why? Hard to answer, but there is a reason. There must be a reason, and I am not going to waste this chance. Thank you so very much.  God is working through you, I know it.

When I think back now with Nicola when I was told that I had secondary cancer and that there was no cure, only treatment for trying to keep me alive for as long as possible, this journey was not even a vague possibility. Nicola has been instrumental, of course, with her inability to accept the blatantly obvious, and her passion for me and her faith to find a way to save me (again). But even when she tried to convince me that there was a way, and that many people had made recoveries after being told they had no chances at all of survival, I still could not accept or even dream that I would be given this possibility. When I was told the prices of the ‘alternative’ treatments and the cost of flights etc, it was simply ‘pie in the sky’. I should never have doubted the tenacity and resolve of Nicola, and of Sharon and Jules…and God Himself working miracles behind the lives of others. When I look back it is nothing short of miraculous. £40,000? A ridiculous amount, and one that should surely been out of sight for us. I am loved, and I know it. I have to accept that. I am blessed. I know that too. Oh, I’m being called for my initial treatment…back later.

I’m back. The hospital itself is lovely. Calm. Quiet. Relaxed. Peaceful and spiritual. We were made to feel very welcome here. The room that Nicola and I have is sweet. Not luxurious, but comfortable and spacious. It has a double bed and a ‘hospital’ bed, so that I can still cuddle up to Nicola at night. I have jet lag, of course, but I am happily tired and hopeful. I have had treatments today consisting of ‘ozone’ and vitamin C and B17 infusions. Easy!

Must go…I’ll have plenty of time to type more very soon. I just wanted you to know I’m fine. Here and Happy and Hopeful. Bless you all.

David

ps We are eight hours behind you, so it is now 4pm, not midnight.