"Today I go into hospital again for my regular fortnightly blood transfusion. While this practice undoubtedly keeps my body's vital organs functioning by increasing the oxygen level in my blood (or whoever's blood I happen to have at the time), I know that without something else that is crucially important in my life, I would have passed over to the other side of the green sod many years ago.
Often, many people ask me how I can be so accepting of my terminal illness. I am aware that they frequently see me as being stoic in my plight, but the truth, I have to say, has invariably less to say about me and more to do with my beliefs.
In my life to date, I have faced the medical prognosis of an earlier death on four separate occasions since the age of eleven years (A traffic accident at 11 years, cancer at the age of 39 years, two heart attacks within the space of one week at the age of 59 years, plus my terminal diagnosis of Chronic Lymphocytic Leukaemia at the age of 70 years). On the first three occasions, my continued life defied medical explanation and even during the course of my current condition, I have had to fend off pneumonia without an effective immune system or being able to derive benefit from the ineffective antibiotics I was given in forlorn hope.
There is simply no way that any amount of personal strength held, positive thinking employed, degree of pain threshold established or indeed any philosophy known to mankind, which can on its own, account for me still being here; with the exception of one, my belief system.
As a professional worker for over forty years, I have seen the power of one belief system other that of another in acquiring happiness, contentment and good health as opposed to their opposites. There is however only one power in my own belief system that is capable of governing the timing of life and death, and I'm not referring to 'Good Old Destiny'.
When one truly believes, all burdens in life become easier to bear and all journeys become easier to travel. It is as though the world may see us walk through the sand and though there be just one set of footprints left behind us, we are effectively being carried through our struggles by our belief in an invisible force of goodness who becomes our true source of sustenance and destiny." William Forde: April