Posts Tagged With: Chemotherapy

The Day A Charismatic Woman Gave Me A Message From Jesus


It was 2014 and I had heard of this healing service taking place inside a local church one day. It was during the ordeal of my wife and her cancer although I think she had just been given the all clear at this stage.

From day one in the chemotherapy room she had met and became friends with a lady called Lucy. A very quiet and lovely woman, Lucy was a homosexual who lived with another lady I had known my whole life.

Lucy had ovarian cancer and although many efforts were made to rescue her from this, unfortunately she was given the news that the treatment will no longer save her.

I’ve no idea what went through her mind but she had resolved to remove herself from the treatment and just let the cancer take its course.

I recalled a year she was at the stations of the cross which is a theatrical performance that takes place in the streets. I played Jesus that year under invitation by some local Roman Catholics.

With this in mind I thought I’d invite her to the healing service. She was in St.James Hospital, and, encouraged by me, my wife who conversed with Lucy more frequently and so sent her the invite.

She was that close to deaths door that she didn’t think that permission would be given to come but the nurse took her down.

We arrived and I allowed God to do the rest. I watched Lucy from a distance in her wheelchair by now totally unrecognizable. A priest I have great admiration for, quite frankly the only one in the diocese with some salt in him, approached Lucy.

She was having her confession heard. Towards the end of the service, the Charismatic Lady I am not sure who she is but came all the way from Australia. Apparently she converses with Jesus, and the small number of people there all lined up along the altar was approached by her for her to pray over them with a personal message from Jesus.

I always wondered what it was she said to Lucy.

When my time came she said ”Jesus says ”You have come here today to honor Me, but I have come to honor you for your loyalty to Me”.

That was back in 2014 and I’ve never forgotten what was said. I won’t lie and say I believed it to be true and I’m the most disloyal personal I know so I came home confused. Why would the Lord praise me or extol me? It seems unlikely that if this message was from Jesus that he was say such a thing to me. Praise doesn’t normally come from the Lord.

The other part of me thought it made sense as every day I was struggling to remain in the Catholic Church myself. However that still didn’t mean Jesus was talking to me as many the times the devil often knows your situation too and will often say things that sound good. Not that I’m saying I know if it was Jesus or not, I always like to play the safe card and say I ultimately don’t know.

Whatever the case may be, following the service I met with Lucy in the wheelchair. She could not really speak so I nervously just shook her hand by now so weak and fragile. A few days later Lucy fell asleep in the Lord at home.

We attended the wake and the funeral Mass. Lucy never allowed anyone know what was going in her heart but her actions of coming to the stations of the Cross, having her confession heard and receiving the anointing of the sick in addition to organizing a Catholic funeral spoke louder than any speech she could have written.

It was clear that the Lord, although he did not heal her of the cancer that day, gave her something much greater than any of us here could imagine. Jesus gave Lucy forgiveness, himself and a place in his Kingdom.

That my friends is the ultimate prize, to know and love God both here and in the hereafter with the Blessed Theotokos and all the Saints and Lucy in her last moments was given that opportunity and she took it.

We stand there and think ”God didn’t heal her that day how sad” and yet how wrong we are, he certainly did.

Eternal memory to Lucy who was Loyal to her calling to come home.







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Was I speaking to an Angel last night?

For individual discernment: last night was day 10 of my wife’s chemo. Her blood count was really low and she got an infection in the area where her biopsy was done and it was swollen. We were all wondering what to do and when I saw her sitting on the top of the stairs in a state of panic and anxiety I sat with her, held her hand and I began to pray the novena to the Sacred heart of Jesus, st.michaels prayer and the memoare of St.Bernard, when I finished Audrey just vomited all down the stairs and all over me after which she felt much better. So having cleaned it all up I called the hospital and explained the situation.

A nurse answered and said she’d call back in half hour. Sure enough I got a call from a female lady who said she was a doctor and that I should take her in that she will be there expecting us to arrive. I said ok and that the latest Audrey could get there would be by 10pm. So off she went with my brother in his jeep and when they got there I got a phone call at exactly 10pm so I thought to myself as I picked up the phone “they must be there”.

When I answered the phone my brother said ” they were not expecting Audrey to arrive and they want to know what doctor you were talking to as there is no female doctor on at all nor was there a female nurse who remembers speaking with you”.

I was baffled and insisted I spoke with a female nurse and a female doctor. Anyways turned out it was a life saving decision we made to drive her to the hospital. Were those two females angels? Who knows…. all I know is I am thankful to God and Our Lady that Audrey went to hospital and is now in good hands.

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We Named You Joseph Benedict

Monday gone my wife had her chemotherapy. It was here that we both found out about His Holiness decision to step down from the Papal Chair on 28th February. We were shocked at the sudden news but not surprised. I knew that His Holiness did not want this Papal office to begin with and was hesitant of taking such a stressful position.

Prior to learning about the Popes resignation, my wife told me that she had learned from the doctor that morning how they had decided on a date when they would induce and deliver the baby early. The original due date was March 27 but now that Audrey has cancer they must deliver earlier. The date they have decided on is March 19th.

We arrived home from hospital that day and having put our feet up we decided to talk about names for the baby. I came up with Benedict. My suggestion had nothing to do with the Pope, it just came to me. We kind of thought it would be a nice middle name but that was about it. Exhausted from all the attempts to try and arrive at a name we acknowledged that in the end, whatever name we do happen to decide upon would always be the result of Jesus. For it is Jesus who names our children.

It was at this point my wife retired and I sat up a little longer. When I got to bed it was then that she excitedly told me whose feast day it was March 19th. It was indeed St.Josephs feast day. We never even thought of it. We knew there was no way we could avoid calling him after St.Joseph so we did decide to call him Joseph.

Then something even more providential happened afterwards. We updated about it on our facebook status and then followed up that we are just looking for a middle name now. it was then that our friend Susan commented that we should call him Joseph Benedict Mc Elligott. That was amazing because earlier before going to bed we had discussed calling him benedict or at least using this name as a middle name.

To stretch it even further, to our amazment, Joseph is the current Pontiffs first original name and Benedict the name he took for the Papacy.

God truly is wonderful. On the day of the Popes resignation and act of sincere humility, we called you Joseph Benedict. God truly is wonderful.

God bless and have a great lent.

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A Room With A View

Today was a busy day for us. My wife’s first administration of the Chemotherapy began today. The cocktail of drugs given was ABVD. I won’t go into the science behind it all because whats important now is that the dirty cancer is getting cleaned up as we speak and that’s all that matters.

I know my wife very well. From the day we met, she always admired my ( according to my wife ) really odd sense of humor. I often lift her spirits when she is feeling down. This is probably the most crucial time in her life in which her sorrow seemed to be so deep and that is to be expected.

We came into the Oncology unit and got set up. First things first before we start the treatment it was important we got a baby scan to keep everything in check. It was then another long march back to the Oncology unit. Whilst waiting for everything to be set up I read her the Bible. She was feeling pretty down in herself and began to get panicky and extremely anxious.

It was at this point that I needed to break the ice a little. Not knowing what to do I rose from my chair and sighed a thought of not being any useful. I looked out the window and I knew then that this would get a good laugh from what may seem to many as an odd joke to make considering the circumstances but then again you don’t know my wife’s great sense of humor. It was a daring joke to make and I thought about it for sometime but eventually had to break that ice some how.

I looked out the window and shouted back ”Hey honey, at least they gave you a room with a view, take a look”. We looked outside and busted out laughing because right across the road was a Catholic graveyard/cemetery. It broke the ice and we were in hysterics and saying ”Oh my goodness, who puts an oncology unit right beside a GRAVEYARD? of ALL places?.

She became extremely relaxed and the day went well. She had no side effects apart from a slight tension headache and tingling in the tumors. I reminded her that the ABVD was killing those tumors and that is a good tingle.

Even though we joked around about the graveyard, it still was a serious question we had. It was a strange position to be in for any patient at the clinic. I decided to leave for half hour and give her some rest whilst I took a walk. I walked outside and I found a cancer patient perhaps in his late 60’s leaning over the barrier between us and the graveyard and peering at it intently. I had this urge to just give him a hug or something and tell him to remain positive, God has a plan. Of course, a stupid thing to act out and I’d probably have my head handed to me but I wonder what it was he was thinking. My eyes welled up with tears and compassion for him. I mean it is hard enough having to deal with cancer without having to step outside and see a graveyard every-time you visit your local chemo clinic.

Yet there was also something inside of me begging the question ”oh yes but isn’t looking at a graveyard very liberating”? This thought may be spiritually too much for some of you reading this to consume right now ( even for me ) so I’ll leave it here and bid you a blessed and good night and will leave you with a final thought: I Love My Wife and I have a sort of Holy Envy of her right now because of the faith in God she possesses. I wish I could be like her.

God bless you all

Domestic Monk

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