Let's encourage one another by sharing our answered prayers

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I am surviving the cure. Any complaints that I have are related to being alive!
Reader’s Digest condensed edition. No religious upbringing at all. Met and married Catholic woman, who then mercilessly and incessantly lamented my lack of baptism. Was a sort of vague believer. 1985, went to Lourdes, as DW wanted to visit. At her insistence, crossed myself with water from the grotto and began crying. One week later, “accidentally” received Pope Saint John Paul II’s apostolic blessing in a crowd at Genoa. In RCIA the following year. Triple crown (immersion Baptism, Confirmation, Eucharist) in April, '87. Lukewarm until I submitted to the baptism in the Holy Spirit (NOT a Sacrament). Faith was lit on fire. Minor miracles before the Blessed Sacrament. Fast forward to 2008. Cancer. Lots of cancer. Stage IV, 50+ tumors (“innumerable” said the pathologist). Poor prognosis. Remission, immediate relapse took me to “extremely poor.” Lots of prayers here at CAF. Remission again, but second relapse. Mutation into two different aggressive non-Hodgkin’s Lymphomas (PTCL-NOS, AITL). Stage IV again - two dozen tumors plus marrow cancer/leukemia precursor (MDS) simultaneously. Stem cell transplant. Given 99.5% chance of expiring along the way. Now cancer free.

Lourdes. Saint Bernadette - the patroness of bodily illness. What did she know in 1985?
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How I wish I can be where you are right now and give you a big tight hug, and pray for you.

Despite of it all, you will be in my prayer. Never lose hope, bro! 😇😇😇
 
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Great idea!

I’ve been married twice, 3 children with 3 different mothers.

My guilt was huge and even though the church had forgiven me for cheating on one of those partners. I simply couldn’t.

The one day during Sunday Mass. I could sense the Lord speaking. So I looked up to the crusfix and I swear I heard these words.

You have been forgiven so stop dwelling on sin. Your punishment has been your guilt. I am freeing you from these chains.

For years I felt this horrid guilt but since that moment my guilt left me.

I can see now the guilt was coming between me and God. And of course others.
 
I just wanted to let you know that reading about your experiences from praying is inspiring. You asking the Lord to share in someone else’s pain is to me one of the greatest of prayers, it is a sacrifice, a giving of one’s self for the benefit of another. After all, that is what Christ did on the Cross.

I too prayed to share in someone’s pain, my father’s. Back around 2011 he was suffering greatly from the effects of cancer. The chemo therapy was taking its toll on him, and one of the side effects was loss of appetite. My mother had always took such great care of him and would put so much effort into fixing him meals. But with this round of chemo he lost his ability to taste food and he could not eat no matter how hard he tried. My dad was so unselfish he never worried much about this own sufferings, he was only concerned with my mother. When he saw the great effort she put into trying to make him something to eat, but he just couldn’t, he would hang his head and cry at the kitchen table. He felt so bad, not for himself but because he felt he was disappointing her by not eating. That’s when I prayed for the Lord to give me that suffering in his place.

You can guess what happened the following day. The Lord responded, my appetite and ability to taste food were gone! And trust me, I’m a foody and love to eat. Like my father, I couldn’t get past two bites. While I lost my appetite my dad’s appetite increased and he gained back some much needed strength at a critical time during his illness. Now my wife was trying anything and everything to try and make something I might eat, but I just couldn’t. This lasted two weeks straight, and the whole time I never lost a pound, I just could not eat more than a spoonful, and that was just to try just to let my wife know her efforts to feed me were not in vain.

Thank you for reminding me of a time in my life that I need to get back to, a time when I thought more about others than myself.
 
What a touching testimony.

You’re right, love is not love without sacrifice.

What you did really reflected the true image of Christ to others.

GOD bless, my brother!😇😇😇
 
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