Let me tell you about a miracle I’ve had a few weeks ago. I’ve posted this story before on my Facebook page, and I am telling this again, a longer version of the story, for other interested readers who believe in everyday miracles and how it can transform your life. To friends who might have read that story and enjoyed, well this is the full length account of that story.
Months before my brother went to the hospital, I had already scheduled myself to attend a three-day retreat. I had taken pains to save up for this event and file the necessary vacation leave at the office. However, because of the workload at the office in that week leading to my brother’s checkup, I had to back out the last minute.
LAST MINUTE! A day before my scheduled retreat! Because of all the effort I made to get in the retreat, I felt pretty bad I wasn’t going after all because of a workload that I had to prioritize. I had to call up the coordinator to cancel my schedule and sign up for another date. That was in the morning. I was sad about it but I offered this disappointment to God believing that there was a reason for that. By afternoon, I got my reason. My mother accompanied my brother to the hospital to consult his eyesight which had grown blurred the past few days. He never got out of the hospital and was ordered to take a complete physical exam.
Rushed to the hospital
During the course of the check ups, my brother eye was diagnosed to have a ruptured or damaged retina as a result of diabetes which he never knew he had. Further exams also showed he had hypertension and a stroke. It was a deadly combination of all of these diseases that had my mother and brother were detained at the hospital. The cardiologist ordered an angiogram be done the soonest to check the condition of his heart.
Now my mother doesn’t have a lot of finances, ditto my brother who didn’t have a job. They relied on me to help pay for the angiogram. With the money I had from my paycheck, I paid for the angiogram. The cardiologist gave us three possible scenarios: one was that the blockage wasn’t so bad that it could be remedied by medication; two, an angioplasty; three (the worst case), a bypass. We were given a ball park figure how much it would cost. I was praying for the first case scenario. I had given my mother a prayer card of Bishop Alvaro del Portillo, St. Josemaria Escriva’s successor in Opus Dei who was about to be beatified soon. I asked my mother to help me pray to him for help on the finances. She said she would.
The results of the angiogram gave dismal news: a major vein was blocked which was why my brother had difficulty breathing normally (he thought the difficulty was because of his cough!). But because he was young, an angioplasty was the way to go. I said ok and the procedure was done after an hour.
And now came the hard part….
After the three day observation period, my brother would be free to go. But then came the hard blow: the enormous bill! I was completely stupified to see how much we had to pay, and because my mother and brother did not have any, my husband and I were expected to foot the bill. How will we get that big amount money?
Now, my father-in-law had a friend who was very ill and whom we had extended some help in the past. Despite her illness (she has cancer and a heart condition too), she helped me find a way to get financial support from the Philippine Charity Sweepstakes Office. She, despite her illness, never left my side until I got the check. It wasn’t that much, but if you get stuck with a bill that will keep you buried up to your neck, you’d be thankful with any amount. Look at how a random act of kindness will go!
Still, we were considerably short. Negotiations with the hospital had keep the amount controllable, but the fact is we couldn’t get my brother out without satisfying the bill. Where else do we get the money? I was getting depressed about it.
A Bible verse that seemed to “talk” to me
Now I’ve always had the habit of praying and choosing at random a Bible verse, leafing through the pages with my eyes closed and reading the verse where my finger points to. That particular day, April 10, was a verse in which Jesus asked a blind man: “What do you want me to do for you?” The message was so clear! Jesus was talking to ME and asking me what I wanted HIM to do for ME!
Down but not depressed, I wrote in my diary: “Lord, help me get my brother discharged already.” This happened in the morning. The picture you see below is the exact entry I wrote down in my diary.
The entry I had in my diary
I had forgotten it altogether when I received good news from hubby: “Your brother will be disharged today.” The news came close to three o’clock, the hour of mercy! God answered my prayer!
Truly, when you look with eyes of faith, you can never go wrong. To our Blessed Mother, sweet Jesus, Bishop Alvaro, St. Pio and St. Michael (to whom my brother was a devotee), I praise and thank You all for helping us!