Parishable Items

By Joan Herrmann

Fr. Victor Feltes with his aunt and godmother, Joan Herrmann, at his priestly ordination party in 2009.

When I was due to have my first lithotripsy (a non-invasive procedure using shock waves to break down my rather ginormous kidney stones) – they discovered that I had a pericardial effusion, that is, fluid around my heart.

Over several months, I had to see a cardiologist, and they monitored the effusion to see if it would go away on its own. It did not. So, I was scheduled for a pericardiocentesis, in which they use a needle to drain the fluid.

A visiting specialist in this arena was called in to do the procedure. I was in an operating room with a team of six hovering about and prepping me, and the doctor started checking out the area with an ultrasound. He asked the attendants for a history of the images of the effusion around my heart – the last one was from a week earlier, showing a large fluid buildup.

He looked at me and said, “Joan, this is your lucky day, I am sending you home – there is no fluid surrounding your heart.” Honestly, he seemed a bit annoyed and disappointed that his skills were not necessary that morning! I had to “recover” for a bit as they had already administered some meds to make me woozy… all the time wondering at this miraculous turn of events and so very relieved that I did not have a heart issue!

The most intriguing part of my story: I had attended the funeral of my Aunt Irene (my dad’s sister) just three days earlier. My godson, Father Victor, said the funeral Mass. Afterwards he asked me how I was doing, and I mentioned the procedure that was coming up. He asked for details, and then asked if he could pray over me.

It was just he and I in the church vestibule, the rest of the family and attendees had left for the funeral luncheon. He asked the church attendant who was still there for some blessed oil – and then he prayed, laid his hands on me, and anointed me. I seriously felt at peace afterward, knowing that the procedure and potential heart issue was in God’s hands. Then and there, I just let go of the anxiety. Based on the doctor’s perplexity, I know that I was a recipient of a miracle that day.

I celebrate and acknowledge September 26th, 2016 every year, when God’s providence and grace made itself known to me in a very personal and tangible way. That it was my nephew and godson who prayed over me and was the conduit to God’s saving grace and mercy – all the more profound!

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