There I spent a whole week. I was told that my pregnancy was not in danger and that my pains were the result of a bacterial infection or, possibly, a stomach ulcer. With this diagnosis, they let me go. The following day, the same terrible abdominal pains returned. Pain relievers had no effect.

My husband called the ambulance; meanwhile, I lost consciousness. By the time I was picked up, I was in a critical state. My blood pressure was undetectable. The doctors could barely read my neck pulse. I couldn’t feel my legs from the knees down. I lapsed in and out of consciousness….Suspecting appendicitis or a perforated ulcer, they decided to operate. Only during surgery did the truth come out. I had had an ectopic pregnancy. The oviduct had burst, and I lost 2 liters of blood. The child was dead. The doctors said it was a miracle I had survived.  

It had been a hard day for my family. But they had offered up a Chaplet of Divine Mercy for me, and God had heard them. All this had taken place on a first Friday. The operation lasted over two hours and ended at 2 p.m. I came to at exactly 3 p.m…!

Thank you, Lord, for the gift of life.

 

A grateful reader