A miracle is divine intervention in the universe in which the ordinary operation of nature is overruled, suspended, or modified. The term is derived from the Latin word miraculum meaning "something wonderful".
My something wonderful was in the year 1998. My husband went into the hospital for a gall bladder operation Thanksgiving week 1997. The family had to celebrate the holiday without him. The next week he came home, but he didn’t seem to recover. By Christmas Eve he was so sick that I had to take him to the emergency room. They told him that he just had the flu and sent him back home. On Christmas day he was so sick that he couldn’t participate in the celebration with our family. The next day I insisted on taking him to a different hospital. They did a CAT scan and found a 2 liter size cyst inside his pancreas. When they biopsied the cyst it was discovered that it was filled with a staph infection. The staph had been introduced into his body when they did the gall bladder operation. The doctors told us to say our goodbyes because they had to operate immediately and that the operation was very dangerous and that he might die.
Well, the cyst exploded and he went into septic shock. After the operation they put him in ICU. All of his organs shut down and for the next 5 weeks he was on a respirator. After the 5th week the doctors came to me and asked me how long I was going to let all of this go on. They knew that people rarely survived a necrotized pancreas. The insurance company was starting to press them. The dialysis and all the intensive care that he was receiving was very expensive. Then the doctors talked to my children and asked them to help me to make the BIG decision of letting him go.
That night I went home and cried out to GOD – “I know we all have to graduate into your kingdom but I need to know what to do!” As loud as I have ever heard anything my life I heard the words “It is not his time. He has things to do.” The next day I went into the hospital and said “NO, it is not his time, he has things to do.” Of course they thought I was a looney tune and they sent a hospital chaplain into his room to talk some sense in me. The Chaplain said “Your husband is tired and he doesn’t want to go on.” I immediately got angry and said “How would you know that? He is in a coma and he can’t talk.” As we were arguing across his bed, my husband woke up for the first time in weeks and mouthed the word “PRAY”. (He couldn’t talk because he had a trachea) The chaplain’s eyes got huge and I said “He wants you to pray.” Of course he didn’t have a choice but to pray at that point!
The next day a priest came into to the room to give him the Last Rights. I hadn’t called for a priest yet so I don’t know who sent him. I asked him to please pray a prayer of healing for my husband. He said the most beautiful prayer that I have ever heard. The dialysis nurse was crying. I looked over at the dialysis machine as it was cleaning my husband’s blood and said “Oh the blood of Jesus washes away our sins.” Three days later my husband came out of the coma and a week later he was out of ICU. One week after that, my sons carried him into our front door. He had to learn to walk again and the doctors said that since 90% of his pancreas was now missing, things would be very difficult. Despite this, he has fully recovered!
We tried to find the mysterious priest but none of the local Catholic churches knew who he was, perhaps he was an angel. That is my miracle story.