Prayer of praise, peace, joy, healing

This is a great story:

A year ago, Marcella Dubuque was preparing for what she believed would be her last Christmas.

A month earlier, she had been diagnosed with stage 3 cancer, the tumour that had been growing in her right breast had already invaded her lymph nodes. It was too advanced for surgery; chemotherapy would be the only treatment.

She was 76 years old.

So Lella, who pursued life with girlish enthusiasm, quietly accepted imminent death.

She got her financial affairs in order. She cleaned out her closet and cupboards and gave all the old clothes and unused dishes to charity. She picked out the Sunday dress she wanted to be buried in; a wash-and-wear paisley print with a pleated skirt. She told her husband and four children she did not want a wake, just a traditional Catholic funeral without eulogy or flowery obituary. Burial would be in her local cemetery in Walpole, Mass.

“The acceptance was so total that there were no regrets, just gratitude for the life, for the family. Realizing how lucky I was,” she says.

Luck, however, can’t explain to her what happened next. Nor can medicine.

You’ll want to read it all. H/T New Advent

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  • http://none Siena

    Re Time October 1960 article.. sad to see the respect given religion, not to mention saints, ecstasies, prayer etc. in that Time article from so long ago..

  • http://none Siena

    meaning…. will we ever again experience that respect for God in our lifetimes?

  • Ann

    Thank you. I really needed this today. God bless Marcella and her message of hope.

  • Robb76

    Thanks be to God. Great day starter. Thanks.

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  • Jim Hicks

    I needed to read an article like this today.

    Thank you.

  • Subvet

    Amazing. I’d just love to hear some prominent athiests explain this one away, their mental gymnastics for stories such as this are always worth a laugh.

  • Winefred

    I made the mistake of reading the comments to this article, which unfortunately affirmed my view of the sorry divide between the ordinary folks living north and south of the 49th parallel. As an American (first, last, and always) married to a Canadian and resident in Canada more than half my life, I’ve seen how our two cultures have always been different, but the gulf really widened with the coming of the Trudeau years and the deconstruction of the Catholic and Protestant traditions in Canada — “two solitudes”, yes, but each with roots that were hacked away in fairly short order. Readers of the National Post tend to be more conservative than those of the other major Toronto papers, and they still manage to produce such cynical responses! Not everyone in Canada would share that cynicism (especially not in the Maritime & prairie provinces) but it’s too common for anybody’s good.