Montel Williams Book
March 15, 2012 by staff
Montel Williams Book, About the Author: Montel Williams has established himself as a top player in the competitive daytime talk show arena since his debut in 1991. He is also a decorated former Naval intelligence officer and a renowned motivational speaker, author, actor, and philanthropist. He is the creator of The Montel Williams MS Foundation.
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“You Have MS.”
I’m in the intensive care unit of Beth Israel North waiting to go into surgery, where I have a 50 percent chance of dying. The blood vessel leading to my sinuses is ten times the size it should be and blood has been pouring out of my nose for nearly a month. There are tubes going in and out of me, connected to a heart monitor. The cauterization inside my nose suddenly bursts and blood starts shooting like a jet stream across the bed. I look at the heart monitor and see the numbers go from 65 to 58, to 50, 40, 29. My blood pressure is 80/10. The monitor starts making noises and just before it flatlines I shout for the doctor. I don’t want to die, but the machine shows 0 as I pass out. I’m dead.
But somehow I’m aware of what’s going on around me and I’m freaked out. There are four doctors trying to revive me. And one stranger, a strange sort of apparition cloaked in a shroud. Is it an angel? Am I going to be escorted to the white light? The figure approaches me and softly says, “Montel, Montel, you need to calm the f**k down.”
The doctors aren’t aware of this stranger. I don’t know who he is-I’m not even sure it’s a he-but he’s not like any angel I ever imagined. Whoever it is, it makes me laugh.
“What are you talking about?” I say. I’m laughing because here is my big deathbed scene and I get an angel with a filthy mouth. I’m dying and he’s telling me to stay calm?
“You heard me,” he says again. “If I don’t tell it to you this way you are not going to listen. So calm the f**k down. It’s not your time. You’ve still got too many things to accomplish.” One of the doctors, Dr. Swarup, grabs my chest with his fingers and twists my skin hard enough to leave a bruise. “Montel!” he shouts. “Wake up! Wake up!”
Another doctor starts yelling as well. “Who are you talking to? You’ve got to calm down!”
“That’s what he just said,” I murmur and point to the apparition.
When I finally calm down, I look up and it’s gone. My four doctors bring me back.
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