I am the twelfth of 14 children. My father used to curse God and beat my mother and us children. We were often hungry and had to sleep 3 to a bed. When I was 9 years old, I received the call to become a nun, but my father would not allow it because he wanted me to work in order to help the family. Later I got married and became lukewarm in my faith. My husband didn't believe much, but we went to Mass on Sundays.
In 1998, I had to have an hysterectomy due to cancer of the uterus, followed by chemotherapy and radiation. A few months later: breast cancer, another operation, followed by radiation. Then my husband became very ill and I had to take care of him, until his death two years ago.
Completely exhausted, I had to have further tests. This time, I was diagnosed with liver cancer. My whole body was suffering and I was vomiting constantly. I decided to go on a retreat at San Giovanni Rotondo, in the former parish of Padre Pio, to put my life in order for the months that I had left to live. I was suffocating under so many hardships. The doctors wanted to do a third operation, and I had to make a decision. The first night at San Giovanni, June 21, 2000, I had a strange experience, which I thought was a dream, but I wasnt sure.
I found myself in the waiting room at the hospital, waiting my turn to be called for the operation. The door opened and a young woman entered. It was a nurse wearing a white uniform. She had her brown hair in a pony tail. She came straight towards me saying, You can leave now, you're cured. Shocked and surprised, I stuttered that I couldn't leave because I had come to have an operation. She repeated: Yes! You can leave, you've been cured. Again, I told her: There must be a mistake, because I'm scheduled to have an operation. Then with an authoritative voice, she told me: But I've told you that you are cured !
The next morning, this experience still had hold of me. I spoke about it to a priest who told me: We'll see with time if it's true or not. Meanwhile, you yourself have to make the choice to have the operation or not. I decided to not have the operation. In fact, during that same night the pain had completely disappeared.
I was able to start eating normally again, I gained weight, I was able to sleep, to walk, just like someone in good health. An enormous strength had come into my whole body. And I forgot to say that my first thought upon awakening from the dream was Medjugorje : I must go to Medjugorje I was seized with an intense desire to go there, and yet I didn't really know anything about Medjugorje:
Once I arrived in Medjugorje, I was impressed by the grace of the site, even on the first day while praying the Stations of the Cross on Mount Krizevac. The next day we went to listen to Vicka. When I saw her, I said to myself, I've already seen her face somewhere, but where?'Then it came back to me in a flash, the scene of the night at San Giovanni and I exclaimed, It's her That's the young woman in white who came to tell me, you can leave, you are cured! I was amazed and I looked at the light radiating from her eyes, the rays of love coming from her face.
Later I had the opportunity to tell her about that night when she came to visit me, and she only said to me, smiling: Thanks be to God !My life is now taken up with an apostolate in Sicily and prayer retreats in Medjugorje. I know that the Gospa has a plan for me through the healing and the freedom that was given to me. My joy is to be her instrument for whatever she has in store for me.
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