Several years ago a woman was taken with a severe and extremely painful attack of rheumatic fever, which brought her near death’s door and left her crippled.

Medicines and doctors seemed to do no good. She lived on for some years only able to hobble about on crutches.

My father told me about a wonderful happening at the Shrine when he was a little boy. He used to bleed from his ears and have bad headaches. 

Early in the morning while they were in church, a lady came up to him and touched his ears and told him he would be ok. When his mother and father came back from lighting candles he told

I would like to update you on my brother’s condition, and at the same time thank you.

On St. Patrick’s Day 2005 my younger brother came to my house and told me that his physical examination had not gone well. The doctor found something suspicious on his chest X-ray.

Bob was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, a serious cancer. My brother, sisters and I sat down together and cried. The following Sunday, our families came to Carey to pray at the Shrine.