Hey Guys,
           

This is Jerry. First I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your messages both telepathically and emaily of encouragement and good cheer. Next, Abraham and I have discussed the chain of thought that brought this about and I’m satisfied that I’m not going to do that again.

Next, here’s the scenario as I now see it. On March 12, 2011 we flew from Del Mar to Boca Raton, Fl where we slept next to the dock with many yachts from many different parts of the world in the slip right outside our window. When I awakened the next morning I had a large welt on the inside of my wrist that looked like a giant fire ant bite. The most unusual thing about it was instead of the usual circular puss-like head that comes up from many insect bites it was a strangely cube-like head. It looked more like a spider bite. I put a Band-Aid on it and we continued the Panamanian cruise. It seemed to resolve into itself as time went along forming a pea-shaped nodule on my wrist. On April 18, I showed it to a dermatologist in Del Mar and she immediately decided to scrape it off and sent it in for a biopsy. We continued our seminar tour and returned to San Antonio getting ready for our spring East Coast run when we heard back from the biopsy results that there was something amiss relative to my white blood cell count and she put us in touch with a dermatologist in San Antonio who was an old school friend of hers. The subsequent blood test in San Antonio showed that my white blood cell count was extremely exaggerated and the physician insisted that I undergo immediate treatment with no delay. He pointed out a number of options, one of them was to use the “big guns” (heavy chemotherapy) and so we decided to go along with that and checked into the hospital on May 6th.
           

We were swept up in such an obvious current of amazing “path of least resistance” events unlike anything we’ve ever experienced before. The strong feeling that we were proceeding in exactly the right direction continued as my response to these “big guns” was a week of no discomfort and none of the highly forewarned side effects. Everyone around us at the hospital kept speaking their surprise at my unusually comfortable experience. We are now in day 18 of a 28 day regimen of bringing my blood counts back into perfect balance.
           

Until I gain back 15 pounds of energetic flesh and return to my normal zippy do dah self, Esther will continue the workshops held on Saturdays (we cancelled the mid-week events so Esther and I can play together in San Antonio) and she plans to see many of you this weekend in Stamford, CT. Since this is our 3rd LIVE Global Broadcast I’ll be enjoying the event like so many of you around the world (last time you watched from 76 countries and all 50 states) from the blissful comfort of home on my computer. If you’ll be joining me in the cyber audience of the Abraham LIVE broadcast and you haven’t registered yet, you can click here.


Love ya,           
Jerry (and Esther, too)
 


P.S. One of the most wonderful things that I’ve experienced was the following revelation that I had while in the hospital with all of those wonderful people taking care of us: Every person with whom we seemingly have a chance encounter while here upon this planet has the potential of exerting a purely angelic influence upon us if we will but allow it.