ANGELS CALLING
something I had a strange feeling, but when sinister was found, I got the ultimate 64 message of hope. By Donna Jordan,
‘Please don’t let me die’
Switching on the TV, I sighed. ‘It’s happened again,’ I told my husband Joe. ‘All those breast cancer adverts.’
It felt like every time I put the television on, I’d see an ad for a breast cancer charity.
And that wasn’t all. I kept getting these strange feelings.
I didn’t understand why. I hadn’t lost weight unexpectedly and I didn’t feel ill, but this overwhelming feeling that something was wrong kept invading my mind.
I’ve always had strong intuition or psychic ability — I’m not sure which. I can also tell if someone is in emotional pain, just by looking at them.
But me and Joe were polar opposites.
‘You’re overthinking it,’ he told me.
Still, it had carried on for weeks — maybe the universe was trying to tell me something?
I decided to check my breasts.
That’s when I found a really tiny lump in my left breast.
I made an appointment with my GP. The lump was so small he couldn’t feel anything, but he still sent me to hospital for tests.
I had a mammogram that came back clear.
But to be sure, I also had an ultrasound scan, which revealed a tiny lump.
I needed a biopsy, and two weeks later, I was called back to see the specialist.
‘I’m afraid it is breast cancer,’ she said. ‘I’m surprised you noticed it, the lump is so small.’
Of course, I didn’t mention my weird feeling, she’d have thought I was barmy.
As I drove home from the hospital, it hit me.
What if I die?
It was a beautiful sunny day, so I took my dogs to the park to clear my head.
There was no one about, which was quite unusual. I stood alone in the middle of the park, surrounded by nature. Birds were singing, wild flowers danced in the breeze.
Please don’t let me die, I thought. I’m not ready to leave this beautiful place.
Then a white feather drifted down in front of my face and fell at my feet.
I looked down at it and smiled — a white feather means an angel is with you.
I walked home, and another white feather fell at my feet, and then a few more steps, and another — it happened all the way home!
When I reached our house, the massive bush in our garden was covered in white feathers — and so was my front lawn. ‘Joe!’ I shouted.
Even he couldn’t believe it. ‘Maybe next door’s cat’s killed a bird?’ he said.
‘How many birds would it have had to be with white feathers?’ I replied.
I had such a strong sense that the angels were giving me a message — that I would live.
Even stranger, when I looked out of the window half-an-hour later, the feathers had vanished.
I soon had a lumpectomy and daily radiotherapy.
In time, I was given the all-clear.
It’s been 13 years since the angels sent that message and I feel truly blessed. I’m still here, happy and healthy — and a true believer in angels.