608. Offering Up My Hysterectomy to the Lord, Who Blessed Me with the Purest and Most Perfect Uterus

💌 608. Offering Up My Hysterectomy to the Lord, Who Blessed Me with the Purest and Most Perfect Uterus

I fasted continuously for ten days, received over 100 injections of concentrated antibiotics and took large doses of the strongest antibiotics. Yet, despite all these treatments, I was left on the brink of death. I could not even stand up and I could not even moan in pain. When I was admitted to the hospital, I walked in on my own but by that time I could not even hold my body down and ended up using a wheelchair.

When the head of the gynecology department saw that simply pressing my abdomen gave me unbearable pain, he said, “This is very, very strange. It will never get better with just treatment. We cannot continue like this, so let us proceed with the surgery.” Only then did he hastily decide to have the operation. In Yeosu, near Naju, I was told that I would only have to stay in the hospital for three days and that the operation would take only 30 minutes.

However, after traveling all the way to Busan and experiencing a 10-day delay due to a misdiagnosis, I was dying in even more excruciating pain than the first day I was hospitalized. Regardless, I offered it up with Semchigo as if I were loved, for the repentance of sinners and not once did I think, “How great it would have been if the doctors had properly examined me from the start!”

I simply thanked the Lord and the Blessed Mother Who loved this sinner so much, allowed me to suffer in such a way by personally planning for me to make sacrifices and reparations. And I trusted that in this situation all my suffering would flow as a grace to the pilgrims who came to the Blessed Mother’s House in Naju, even though I was not present. When I told the priests that I needed an operation, they allowed, saying, “Then, you should undergo the operation.”

When I informed my husband Julio about the surgery, he immediately took a leave of absence from work and rushed to Busan. Since I could not even walk, I was wheeled into the operating room. However, I did not show him my pain at all and smiled as I said, “Julio, keep it up! Do not worry and just pray for me. I will be fine and come back safe, okay?” Lying on the operating table, I felt concerned for my husband who must have been worried about me.

So, I asked the nurse, “Could I use the intercom?” “Who would you like to call?” “I would like to call my husband.” “Well, why do you already miss him? You just saw him a moment ago.” “Right. But I still miss him. Could you please help me call him?” At that time, cell phones did not exist, so the nursing Sister said, “I cannot bring the phone here. I will pass along the message for you.”

I asked the nursing Sister to convey my message to my husband, saying, “Julio, I am really fine. Please do not worry. While I am undergoing surgery, please offer it up graciously for the clergy, the religious, and for the repentance of sinners, so that not a single drop of blood or water is wasted. And while they are removing something during the surgery, please pray that all the bad things from our pilgrims be removed as well.

I am going to be fine, so do not worry, please keep praying for that prayer. I am praying after getting onto the operating table very, very joyfully.” When the nursing Sister and the people in charge heard this, they were amazed and said, “Oh my, Mrs. Julia is truly unstoppable. Julia, you are the one about to undergo this serious surgery. You have to have a hysterectomy and adhered parts need to be separated as well.

How is it that you do not think about your own body at all but are still thinking about the souls of others and even the pilgrims? This is the first time I have seen someone going into surgery who greets so brightly, waving their hand and comforting and showing concern for a healthy person,” they said with a smile. I had given birth to four children and had been pregnant with 13.

In 1979, when I gave birth to my last child, the gynecologist at Jeon Nam University Hospital, almost performed a hysterectomy after a misdiagnosis but upon seeing my uterus, which had carried thirteen children, he said, “This is the cleanest uterus I have ever seen in 35 years of my career,” and decided not to remove it. However, I offered up pain in reparation for the sins of abortion, countlessly to join the pain of the Blessed Mother, Who said that Her abdomen ached to the point of being torn apart due to the control of birth.

Finally, the time came when my uterus was so damaged that I was told, “Your womb has become like a rag,” and I had no choice but to have it removed. Therefore, how could I not give glory to the Lord? The purest and best thing the Lord had given me had been used only for His glory and now I was offering it back to Him. So, as I lay on the operating table, offering up my hysterectomy, the only sounds echoing in my heart were songs of praise, worship and adoration to the Lord.

“Oh, my beloved Jesus! I give back all that I have to You. May You be infinitely consoled, glorified, and receive infinite praise, worship and adoration through this sinner’s suffering. Amen!”

My personal reflection note with Mama Julia🌹💗 

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