By Charlotte Everbach
In 1987 I was diagnosed with Stage 3 ovarian cancer. There had been no warning signs.
After a hysterectomy I had six chemo treatments in the Lakeland General Hospital. They were so difficult that I had to go in the hospital for five days after each treatment. I was very, very sick.
Every day a little man came to my room and said, “Do you want me to pray for you?” He had a kind face and wore a brown baggy suit. Every day I said, “Yes,” and he did. In fact, he prayed…and he prayed… and he prayed. I would always go to sleep during the prayer and when I woke up he was always gone. The next day I would always apologize for going to sleep and he would say, “That’s all right.” Then he would start praying again. Again I would go to sleep, and when I awoke up, he would be gone. This continued during the six weeks of my chemotherapy.
I asked the nurses who the man was and they did not know.
I know. He was an angel.
The prayers of Father Jim Shortess and my friends at Good Shepherd were so important during my healing. But I will never forget the little man in the baggy, brown suit.