Miracles do happen! They really do! Two healing Masses have provided me with the most awsome experiences! I found out about both Masses totally by accident (who would think that the dental hygenist would tell you about this while she is cleaning your teeth!). Cando had both Masses. So I drove the 40 miles to Cando--the first time with 5 other women and the second time myself. 1st Mass: I asked for healing for either my MS or for my son. I think my MS was the 'chosen' one to give healing to. I had an MRI done about three days after the healing. Guess what? NO CHANGE in the MRI. This is great news. The radiologist that read it told me that if he hadn't read in my chart that I had MS, he wouldn't have even guessed it from my MRI! Wow! I was so afraid that I was progressing and both neuro. and I thought that I had a more severe case of MS. Not true! Maybe I did, but since the healing, I don't! Praise God! Thank-you, Lord.  2nd Mass: I asked for healing for my lungs since my asthma, which has been bascially in total remission (if asthma can do this) has come back with a vengenance. I was having trouble breathing. Even before the healing, while sitting listening to the sermon, my breathing became easier. And then it happened. How to describe this? My hands, folded together as in prayer, started moving. I clasped them tightly together and held them still for a couple of seconds before the movement started again. It picked up momentum. I was in awe; my hands have never been 'shaky' and my MS seems to be in remission, so what was happening? I unclasped my hands and my right hand continued to move. Back and forth, back and forth. Sometimes side to side and sometimes almost circular. Incredible. The movement would begin slowly and pick up momentum. Sometimes the momentum was such that my whole body was rocking! This continued for over an hour--though the rest of the Mass and all through the healing. It became even stronger yet during the healing. And then I think I started speaking in tongues, but am not certain about this. I know I was saying something, but I have no idea what it was that I was saying. After the Mass, there was a potluck. As soon as I walked out of the 'church' part of the building and into the congregating area, my hand movement stopped. It was like turning off a switch. Just like that, it stopped. How is this explained? A few people told me that I was filled with the Holy Spirit and that the Spirit was working through me. I know this is possible, but I am not worthy of such an honor. So, was I healed? Well, I've learned that healing often doesn't happen overnight, but generally (in my experience) occurs slowly. I still have a lousy cold and sinus infection and probably bronchitis, but it is easier to breathe today. I suppose this could be attributed to the antibiotics I'm on...and yes, they certainly have helped...but we wouldn't have antibiotics without God. I asked for healing for my lungs since I smoked for way too many years and am concerned about the number of times I have had bronchitis. Will my lungs be healed? I believe that they will be. My right foot, numb for over a year, has now 'thawed' out nearly 75%. I don't have the level of fatigue I have been experiencing since my diagnosis. My cognitive function gets sharper each day. Life is good and God is great! Okay, my life isn't super easy nor am I stress free. But I have definitely been blessed and want to shout it from the rooftops. I imagine that my story is hard to believe if a person hasn't experienced it. If you know me, though, you know that I don't accept things at face value...I often have to be 'hit over the head' so to speak to 'get the message'. I have been given a miracle and I am so thankful for it. Jesus, I am in your hands.