Illness

We now move on to 1974.

My Wife and I, with our two good friends, were asked if we would like to join a home circle. This was to be with three Mediums, and of course we said yes. We only sat in their circle for 15 months, but we learned quite a lot. Sadly like most circles, it folded, and we went our seperate ways. It was to be another 19 years before we would sit together in our own circle.

We now move on to 1983. This was the year I took early retirement. (I was fifty years old.) My Wife and I were tired of me working 3 shifts, so I left and went to work with my son-in-law, but that is another story. The years between 1973-1983 were not entirely wasted with regards to our psychic development. We went to Church, sat in meditation, and did not just sit in a circle.

In 1988 I took ill. At first I had High Blood Pressure, and then after several tests it turned out to be more serious. I had developed a Heart condition known as H.C.M, (Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy.) In layman's terms this is a thickening of the Heart muscle. I was having palpitations, missed heart beats, and generally feeling tired, with no energy.

I had minor operations on a couple of arteries, and had Stents put in. This is a sort of mesh which is inserted into the arteries by Angioplasty, where a tube is passed through one of the main arteries with a deflated balloon on the end. This is expanded, and the mesh is left in place, leaving the arteries open. That is basically Stent insertion. I also had a Pacemaker fitted a few years later.

In 1993 I was not at all well, and I was getting more breathless. But I must say, my doctors really looked after me. I went back to see the surgeon, who told me that if my condition grew worse he would give me a Myectomy.

A Myectomy meant (at that time) Open Heart Surgery, and having part of the offending muscle growth cut away. They have a method now whereby pure alcohol is inserted into the heart muscle, and this virtually shrinks it. I don't think it is as easy as it sounds, but I think that is certainly better than Open Heart Surgery.

On this particular day I was strolling around our village, not feeling too well. My wife has very bad asthma, and she was having to walk slow with me,that's how ill she was. It was always me who had to walk slow when we were out walking. A car pulled up at the side of us, and it was our good friend Brian with whom we had sat in a circle. I didn't know it at the time, but he was to change my life, for the better I might add.

He said that he had heard of a Psychic Surgeon in this Country, England. He said that he would write to the Spiritualist's Association, or some such body,and see if he could find out where he lived.

The following week Brian came back with the name of Stephen Turoff, who lived in Essex. He gave me Stephen's address and I wrote to him. I received a prompt reply back, and an appointment was made for me. I would have to wait about six weeks before I could see him. The letter was sent by Stephen's Wife Cathy.

The Six weeks went slowly by, and then the time came for my wife and I to drive over 170 miles to Danbury in Essex. My wife did most of the driving. As with most journeys when going to a new place, the last mile was the worst! We got lost when we arrived in Danbury, and had been given instructions how to get to the bungalow where Stephen did his healing work, but we must have taken a wrong turning.

I pulled the car over and asked a young lady where this particular road was. "Take the next turning on your left, you won't be able to miss it" she said, and smiled as she turned away. We did as the young lady said, and turned into the road we were seeking. We soon realised why that young lady had been smiling!

We couldn't believe it, there were people and cars all over the place. People milling about on the pavement. There was no room at all for the car, so we did a drive around to find a parking place, and found a spot a couple of streets away.

(At this point of my story I must tell you that Stephen now has a clinic behind the Miami Hotel in Chelmsford, just a few miles from Danbury.) I don't think there will be problems parking there, but in this Country, finding a place to park the car can be a major problem.

We walked around to Stephen's bungalow and joined an orderly queue. I soon came to the desk where a nice fair haired lady spoke to me, and I realised  this was Stephen's wife, Cathy. She said that I would have to wait about 30 minutes, which as it turned out, was about right.

She gave me a card to fill in, and  I said, "What shall I write on it,the full name of my problem?" She asked me what part of me was affected. I told her, "It's my Heart." She said to just put on the card, "Heart Problem" which I did.

Whilst we stood outside waiting to be called, we spoke to several people. One young lady was waiting for a taxi, she had come on a one day visit from Holland. She said she had been several times before with friends, but this was the first time for herself. She had a cyst over her eye, and came to see Stephen to "make better." She showed us the red mark where the cyst had been, quite true.

After about half an hour we went back inside the bungalow.  Cathy took us into a room where I removed my jacket and shoes, and she asked me to lie down on this high, padded operating table ( it was more comfortable than the hospital ones. It was fairly high, because there was a stool to step onto, to help you get on the table. I lay back, and my wife sat on a chair, perhaps 2 feet away from me. I listened to the soothing, pleasant music.

I must say I felt relaxed, although a little apprehensive. I didn't know it then, but I was to experience the most fantastic event in my life. I had been to Church for Spiritual Healing several times, but this was to be something entirely different.

Before I started this Web site, I wrote to Stephen Turoff to see if I could write about my Psychic Surgery in detail. He sent a letter back saying of course I could, there was no problem at all.

The next page tells it all.....