The Power of Positive Thought
Finding out I had Congestive Heart Failure at 27
Back in 2007 I thought my life was finally getting started! Had a great job doing technical drawing for a company in downtown Chicago, just got my new place. It felt like all the pieces of my life were falling into place.
Unfortunately, I had only been at my new job for about two months when I felt like I was getting the flu. Deal with it, I thought. This is a new job, you can’t go calling out already.
The following morning I got insanely earlier and went to the ER. Assuming all I needed were fluids or antibiotics. As I’m waiting for the doctor to tell me, it’s the flu and I need to rest up, the Tech brought in this huge machine. I knew something was up, cause they really wouldn’t tell me what was going on.
I knew something was up
Finally someone said I need a chest x-ray. I still at this point didn’t think too much of it, why would I. I was 27 and in fairly good health(or so I thought). I worked out five to six times a week, I ate healthy and I was young. The rest of the day is still a bit foggy for me. My Sister worked at that hospital so I wasn’t that surprised to see she had called my Dad to come down.
When I saw my Dad I could see he had tears in his eyes, I had no idea why. See at this point I still had no idea it was anything more than the flu. Turns out the Doctors informed my Dad I had Cardiomyopathy and Congestive Heart Failure with an EF of 7-10%. They told him he should say his goodbyes because they didn’t think I would make it another hour! Information I would have liked to of known, I was 27 not 7.
The Dark Times
My stay in the intensive care unit lasted about ten days. Needless to say, my life as I knew it was forever changed, I had to move back in with my Dad and I lost my job. The Doctors I saw always reminded me that I might not have much longer to live. I started to believe them. Hope was lost, I had none. I fell into a deep depression, though I’m not sure I was even aware of how down I had become. There was no living just existing. All I did was take my medicine and lay around.
I had zero energy. I gained about sixty pounds in the next six months. I was a shell of the man I had previously been. Finally one day I was driving to the Doctors and I just flipped out in the car, I was screaming and cussing to no one and everyone. I even told God, quit screwing with me, If you’re gonna do it, do it! Next thing I know I pulled into that parking lot and I cried. I’m not much for crying, but couldn’t stop, I just let it all out. I can’t tell you if it was that day or the next, but something else happened.
The Universe stepped in
It was like a switch was turned on. I had this charge of positive energy. I told myself the Doctors are idiots. I’ll take my medicine but I can’t listen to them anymore. I just started to believe that I would be better, that I am better. Each day I woke up living my life like I wasn’t sick. I made plans for the future. Not just next week, but laid out a five year plan. I knew the focus could no longer be on the negative but on the positive. As Mother Theresa said, I will never go to your Anti-war rally but if you have a pro peace-rally I will. She understood the power of our thoughts.
Wrapping it all up
After that day each and every time I went to the doctor, they were dumbfounded by my healing. I still have bouts of CHF and not everyday is good, but I’m here. I’m living not just existing. I know the power of negative thought and I know the power of positive thoughts. Never underestimate the power of your own thoughts. We truly hold the answers we seek inside ourselves. What we tend to feel and think is being giving back to us. You can call it whatever you would like. Karma, the universe, God, Allah, or anything you choose. The name does not matter. Whats are the thoughts and feelings we have. So when something bad happens, accept that it happened, and move on. Being Positive will open up doors where you never imagined.
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