The Eden Tree Blurb
” Mark Twain said, “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” John James Morgan knew the day he was born. Two days before his sixty-first birthday he found out why. John is a happily married businessman, father and grandfather, living in Cheshire, in the heart of England. Happy, that is, until his family face a crisis. A terminal one. At the local market, a flower-seller tells John a story that changes his life. Assured his destiny is in his own hands, John crosses the globe in pursuit of a religious artefact which has remained hidden for two thousand years. Presented with an antique box containing maps, parchments and a bag of leaves, John returns to the UK and witnesses a miracle. With the box in his possession, John and his family find new friends and enemies; lives are threatened and people die, although some will be healed. With the help of many different people, from all walks of life, John’s journey will finally lead him to the discovery of an extraordinary and mysterious tree. But what will this Eden tree mean to John, his family, their faith and their future? The Eden Tree is author Peter Worthington’s first novel; a fictional account based on his own experiences with his son, John Wesley, who underwent treatment for cancer but sadly passed away shortly after his seventh birthday. The Eden Tree has allowed Peter to give his much-loved son “a happier ending.”
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Wesley John Morgan
Wesley John Morgan grandson of John and Liz has undergone treatment for cancer but is still desperately ill. He needs a miracle.
By 2011, the years of romps and play with Wesley John seemed a distant memory. A maelstrom of hospitalisation and treatments pulled him in. Hair lost through the chemo, his body little more than a skeleton. From his weary torso, thin arms protruded, wrists bruised and pin-cushioned where needles had been inserted. For almost four years, he’d undergone chemotherapy, radiotherapy and two surgeries. Yet, after each course of treatment, the tumours returned, always aggressively. Slowly the light of our lives faced being extinguished, and we felt helpless.
Great Ormond Street Hospital, or GOSH, London’s renowned hospital for sick children, famous for breakthroughs and medical excellence, gave Wesley the very best treatment and care.
“I’m afraid it’s not good,” the paediatrician and head of children’s oncology sombrely announced. Looking into each of our faces, speaking quietly, he said, “Without further radical treatment his life expectancy is two to three months.”
“And with it…what hope does he have?” Becky’s lips quivered as she gripped my hand. I gazed around the familiar office. We had sat here many times over the years of Wesley’s illness. Had we reached the end? I wondered, feeling a hole in my heart.
“It won’t be good,” he said. “We’ll do our best.” He placed his glasses in a pocket and stood to shake our hands. Clive Thomas: a caring man with such a burden. I guessed he found it difficult to say more; he’d walked this path with others.
Travelling back to Cheshire for a brief respite, we were silent. I crossed the hall, forcing my legs to move. Becky conveyed Wesley to his room and an eerie silence pervaded the house.
In the lounge, the second hand of a silver wall clock twitched uncaringly. I poured Liz and me a drink, spilling clear golden liquid on a tray. I gulped it down, the burning sensation making me cough. I poured another, the smell stinging my eyes when I forced down another swallow. James was in his room and I called him down, and I rang Sean asking him to come over so we could tell him the news. James gripped the edge of the lounge table with whitened knuckles. Gazing at the carpet, he shed no tears.
“James shows his feelings differently,” Liz said to me quietly. “But he does care.” I nodded and finished my drink with a gasp.
Rising from a leather recliner chair, Sean hugged Liz and me, and I heard the front door close. Through the patio window, I could see him at the far edge of the lawn, kicking some trees and bushes, throwing rocks into the lake. ‘I like to get it out of my system by work or doing something,’ Sean always said. Sean’s coping mechanism differed from ours too.
Coping with the black cumulus, I clung to the hope that fate would give us a chance. We needed a miracle.
About Peter Worthington
Today Peter Worthington lives in Bromsgrove, Worcestershire with his wife Margaret. Peter has enjoyed a bright and varied career as a church minister, ﬁnancial adviser and internet consultant. Now retired he is busier than ever thanks to his three grandchildren, studying for an Open University Degree in Creative Writing, voluntary work, playing World of Warcraft, serving on the board of a housing association and writing. He has previously published short stories in a number of Christian magazines. His ﬁrst novel, The Eden Tree (published by Clink Street Publishing 19th July 2016 RRP £8.99 paperback, RRP £2.99 ebook) is available to purchase from online retailers including amazon.co.uk and to order from all good bookstores. For more information you can follow Peter @CatshillPeter or visit http://www.edentree.co/