Mike Oborn - Mystery of Matthew Alcott

The Complete Mystery of Matthew Alcott has become a subject of heated debate and interest among angry Mormons, ex-Mormons, and religious scholars. Oborn's book has been critiqued and reviewed on three continents.

A growing audience of interest is spreading though borderline church members in the 14,000,000 membership of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Oborn has piqued the indignation of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles In Salt Lake City for writing a suspense fiction using the cultural environment of Mormonism as the backdrop of his story just as Dan Brown did among the Cardinals of Rome with the Da Vinci Code.

About the Author:
Oborn served an honorable two-year mission for the Mormon Church. He is the son of a manager of The Deseret Industries, a non-profit church welfare organization. His father served in several church Bishoprics throughout the intermountain west.

A fascination with science and cultural anthropology, Oborn graduated from Weber State University and holds the title of Chemical Dependency Professional in the State of Washington.

Actor, director, retired drunk.
Oborn is a Chemical Dependency Professional who works with addicts and their families. He is affiliated with SAFE CALL NOW, a nonprofit organization involved with police and firefighters. "Our first responders have the most difficult job in our society. As a result of the high stress and injury rates they have a suicide rate almost three times that of us, the citizen they protect and serve. Most of that number suffer the disease of addiction. Very few people realize this."

Cancer survivor: 
When my sweetheart was diagnosed with the ugly word, cancer, the three years that followed were a blue blur.

I remember words like endometrium and carcinoma. My first memory was surgery in which they took out pieces of her and discarded them.  I remember the quilt group of women she belonged to that unanimously recommended, “get the spinal.” I remember in pre op the anesthesiologist, a lazy older dude that ignored the quilt groups advise when my back was turned. I remember her pain in post op and the looks I received when I spoke to the nurse in charge as said “do the spinal and do it now. I don’t care if it is post op.”  They were smart and had another anesthesiologist do the procedure.  I remember chemicals so toxic the nurses had to be careful handling it when they set up the I.V. that shot it into my sweetheart’s veins and arteries.  I remember the day my sweetheart asked me to take my beard trimmer to her hair and how we wept as I sheered her head. I remember her donation of hats to the medical center when her hair started growing back, twelve in all. I remember sleeping in hospital rooms on chairs. I remember an overhead machine damn near the size of a Volkswagen that bombarded my wife’s stomach with something invisible called radiation. It was in a lead lined room with a twelve-inch thick door. I had to leave her lying on a cold slab under that Goddamn machine naked, cold, and alone.  I remember diarrhea so fierce she was hospitalized for twelve days. I remember the doctor that insisted it was Crohn’s Disease. We lived with it for over a year with no relief before we went to a Naturopathic Doctor that said, “Let’s see what you are allergic to.”  Sure enough the radiation that was pointed at the endometrium damaged the stomach also. The Naturopathic doctor with a suggested diet change gave us our lives back.  It has been over six years now and we are good and I lived through it. That makes me a cancer surviver.

I have advice. For any who care to know when it gets serious and you are spending a lot of time with medical people and medical procedures take an advocate with you.  At every stage have someone with you who represents you and if the doctor refuses to acknowledge them and or there questions fire the bastard and get a second opinion. 

Authors I enjoy:
If you like Lewis H. Lapham, Charles Bukowski, Edward Abbey, or Francine Prose I'm your man.

If you like a writing style that takes three pages to describe a doily look elsewhere.  Mine has been called a Karate style. People either hate my writing or they love it. The only people you can really trust are your enemies anyway . . . right?

Michael states, "He is spoiled rotten by his sweetheart of 22 years."

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