Mary was of a nervous disposition, she was due to go for surgery to remove an unwanted growth on her neck. Fortunately for her the growth disappeared. She was elated until a further diagnosis was revealed.
‘Sorry you have an advanced form of cancer.’
Mary, shocked at the impact of this word, just sobbed her heart out.
Then a brand new treatment had an even bigger impact?
As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia
by John Yeo
My Mother was very sick with an incurable cancer, our faith has always been very strong, indeed we had her to thank for our strong belief in God. They say miracles are possible and we continually prayed for her in church. Mother had already outlived all the estimates of her life expectancy by months.
Mother was devoted to her granddaughter, Anne, six years old and very bright. The teachers at Anne’s school swore she knew the answers to the questions before they were asked.
We were woken by the sound of Anne’s musical laughter and her voice talking to someone in the middle of the night. We rushed into her room to find her awake sitting up in bed, “Mummy, Daddy, this is Girish, an angel!” We could see nothing and she was completely alone. “Over there by the window!” We could see nothing there.
“Believe me Mummy, there is an angel standing, just there, smiling and watching us. Can’t you see?”
My wife in a moment of inspiration said, “Describe the angel, does she have golden wings? What is she wearing? Does she have robes of pure shining white material?”
“No Mummy, Girish has no wings and he is wearing a suit, like Daddy does and he is a young man.”
“What did he say that made you laugh?”
“He said, to tell you not to worry because Grandma will be alright, she has gone to heaven and the pains have all gone.”
I immediately telephoned my Mother’s house and a very surprised medic said, “I was just about to call you! Sadly your Mother died peacefully half an hour ago.”
The greenness of the field of Clover took my breath away as I studied the field. The flowers had yet to form and the green Clover stretched all around the perimeter of my peripheral sight creating an emerald vista. A vision of splendour.
My Grandmother was dying from terminal cancer and she begged me to bring her a four leafed Clover. The legendary rare four leafed Clover is reputed to bring good luck and good health, to all lucky enough to encounter the magical power emanating from the four magical leaves.
A bluebird landed where I found the precious Clover.