[Amazing Healing Testimony] The Miraculous Disappearance of a Malignant Tumor Spread Throughout the Entire Brain

The Miraculous Disappearance of a Malignant Tumor Spread

Throughout the Entire Brain!!! ✨🎉✨

A New Life Received After Being Led by the “White Mother with Wings”

to the Blessed Mother’s House in Naju!

I am Barnabas Hwang. My second son, Leo, was a child who was given only two to three months to live due to a malignant brain tumor. We went not just to one or two hospitals, but to six different hospitals, and all gave the same result, so they could not even attempt surgery.

For a long time, as we wandered from place to place, the child grew thinner day by day, and although he was a second grader in elementary school, he weighed only 14 kilograms. He had become so emaciated that it felt as if a gust of wind could carry him away for about 100 meters. The nurses felt deep pity for him and were distressed and troubled about having to insert the IV needle for nutrition. Yet that once severely emaciated child is now here today, thanks to the Blessed Mother. 

After going from one hospital to another—six in total—we finally went to Gangnam St. Mary’s Hospital, but they would not accept him. Whenever we brought the MRI films, they would immediately refuse to accept him.

Because the brain tumor cells had spread throughout his entire brain, he could not even walk properly, let alone undergo surgery. At Gangnam St. Mary’s Hospital, we finally received what felt like a death sentence, and with nothing more we could do, I was in deep anguish. Those who have been to Gangnam St. Mary’s Hospital will know that when you enter, there is a large statue of the Blessed Mother enshrined on the right-hand side. 

The day before my child was to be discharged, I sat alone in front of that statue of the Blessed Mother and poured out my heart: “Mother, what sin has this child committed? Has he ever committed rape? Has he murdered anyone? Has he stolen anything? Why must a flower that has not even had the chance to bloom be made to wither like this? Why take him away already, at an age when he should still be running around carefree, without even having had the chance to live?” I cried without end as I made my plea.

I was there, weeping alone like that for quite some time. There was simply no way to save him. I must have been crying there for hours. Then my child pulled out all five needles that had been inserted into his body and crawled down the stairs from the fourth-floor ward. I was so lost in my tears that I didn’t even notice him coming down.

After I had been crying for a long time, my child came up beside me and said, “Dad, Dad, I won’t die, so don’t cry.” It was hard to tell who was comforting whom. I was the one who should have been consoling him, yet he was the one comforting his father. I said, “This Mother here will surely save you. Somehow, your father will make sure you live. You will live for sure. Let’s pray earnestly.” After saying those words, I held my child in my arms and wept again. 

As I was crying like that for quite some time, a sister brought me a small book. For a moment, I thought, “Is this woman out of her mind? “Doesn’t she understand how I feel—why would she try to make me read at a time like this?” Without saying much, she simply placed the book down and said, “Brother, please read this,” and then left. I even thought, “What kind of person is this?” But when I opened it and took a look, it was a book about the Blessed Mother of Naju.

“This is it! Here I am crying because of this child, yet Our Lady is weeping like this because of so many of her children. I should go before Our Lady of Naju, pour out my heart, and have a good cry.” So the very next day, I quickly had my child discharged from the hospital, and for the first time in our lives, our family came all the way to Naju in Jeolla Province. From in front of the station, we carried the child—who could not even walk—on our backs and shoulders, asking for directions again and again until we finally arrived here. At that time, they gave us a small room in the back.

From that night on, I kept weeping alone. “Mother, it is all right if You take this child. But instead, please give me all the suffering that this child must endure in the body. Please allow this child to rest in Your embrace with a peaceful heart and a smile.” And I continued to cry like this. On the third day, many people came—there were also many sick patients. I felt I could no longer occupy the room here any longer, so I sent my wife and my older child back first.

My sick child cried, saying he wanted to go with his mother. But I pleaded with him, while consoling myself in my heart, “You stay here and rest in the Blessed Mother’s embrace. Do not drive in the nails anymore.”

Then, a little past the church, we found a small inn and stayed there.

That night, it rained so heavily beyond words. At the inn, I held this child in my arms and wrote down my pleas to the Blessed Mother in a notebook. My heart felt so heavy and suffocating. Then, without realizing it, I dozed off for a moment. It must have been around 11:30. But then, something felt strangely empty.

I had fallen asleep with the child resting on my arm as a pillow. But when I woke up, the child was nowhere to be found. I thought, “Did he go to the bathroom?” but he wasn’t there. I asked the innkeeper, but they said they didn’t know. So from that moment, I began searching. He was just a child who didn’t know the area at all. I walked around with an umbrella, but the rain was so heavy that I was completely soaked. I went all the way to Naju Hospital twice, and I went back and forth to the area in front of the station twice as well.

But I couldn’t find him. For the third time, I went all the way back to Naju Station, but no matter how hard I looked, he was nowhere to be found. On the way, even whenever I saw something like a trash bin, I kept thinking, “Could it be him?” and found myself checking again and again. At one point, I even fell into a ditch and twisted my ankle, but I didn’t feel any pain because I was so desperate to find my child. As I trudged back up, I even thought, “Could it be that this child didn’t even leave a body behind, and somehow vanished to go to Mother?”

As I was coming up around Namgomun, something suddenly struck me—"Ah! This is it! It must be here (the Chapel of Our Lady of Naju)!” From that moment, I threw my umbrella aside and ran straight here. I don’t know why, after wandering around like that, I hadn’t thought of this place. My ankle was badly swollen, but I ran here with all my might. And when I arrived, I saw that this child was right here, murmuring something softly to himself.

Inside, there was Ms. Maria Jang, who had been terminally ill with stage 4 stomach cancer. She was the one lying right there in front. She was terminally ill, and my child was also terminally ill. She would always pray for my child, and I, in turn, prayed for her. When I went inside, I saw that it was truly my own child. Even though I knew I shouldn’t run in here, I rushed in without realizing it, crying out, ‘Leo!’ and embraced him. “How did you get here?” I asked.

He replied, “Dad, I came earlier. Why did you only come now?” So I kept asking, “Who did you come with? How did you get here? You can’t even walk properly—how did you make it all the way here?” Then he said, “A white Mother with wings told me to come, so I just came.”

I couldn’t believe it. I had been walking with an umbrella, yet I was completely soaked by the rain. But the child hadn’t been touched by a single drop. I thought, “What nonsense is this child talking?” and assumed it was a lie. So I asked Ms. Maria Jang, “Sister Maria, who did this child come with earlier?” She said she didn’t know who he came with.

But she said that at the entrance here, she only heard him say, “‘Hello, Mom~.” According to her, as he came in saying, “Hello, Mom~,” a very strong, beautiful fragrance spread all around. Then he came in, greeted “Mom” here, and was softly murmuring something to himself.

So I thought, “Ah… now the time has come for you to go.” I said to myself, “The moment for you to be held in Mother’s embrace is not far off, and the only thing I can do for you now is to take on your physical suffering myself.” Having found my child, my heart was finally at ease. I knelt here in front, laid the child on my lap, and as I prayed the Rosary, I fell asleep again.

I think I must have dozed off again. But when I opened my eyes, the sun was already well up. And the child was gone again. “Where did he go this time?” As I searched, you know the big statue of Our Lady outside? In front of it, there’s a stone area. There, I found him—he was vomiting blood. I was startled and ran out immediately. When I got there, I saw that he had vomited a considerable amount of blood onto the stone. So I found myself thinking both ways: “Is this child being healed? Or is this the end for him through this blood?”

I thought to myself, "They say miracles happen in a place like this—how wonderful it would be if this were a miracle." With that in mind, I ran outside. Since I felt sorry that the brothers and sisters here might see the blood, I drew water with a basin, wiped it clean, and went over to the side to wash it again. And I wiped the child’s lips clean, then went back inside, prayed the morning prayer together, and took the child out with me. Each time the child walked, his head would move, causing pain, so he could hardly walk properly.

Then I said to the child, “Leo, get on my back.” But he replied, “Dad, am I a baby? Why would you carry me?” He was the very same child I had been carrying until then, so I asked again, “What did you just say?” Then he said, “Dad, I’m not sick anymore.” And afterward he added, “Dad, buy me some fried chicken.” This was a child who couldn’t even properly eat porridge before, yet now he was asking for fried chicken.

Yeah—"Hey you! What do you mean eating fried chicken? But since you’re asking for it, I’ll buy it for you.” So I bought him a whole seasoned fried chicken. On the way, before we even arrived, the boy had already eaten it all—the entire chicken.

I simply couldn’t believe it. So I said, “Wow, look at this. That’s strange.” Then I called home. I also called the parish priest to report what had happened. The parish priest said, “The Blessed Mother has touched him. Pray fervently.” Even now, the child has not yet been completely healed.

But the brain tumor cells that had spread throughout the brain have all disappeared. When did they disappear? If you look at this holy picture, there is a picture in which Mama Julia is holding a statue of the Blessed Mother in her arms.

He and his brother were playfully trying to kiss the photo when they bumped their heads. As a result, the child was hospitalized again at Gangnam St. Mary’s Hospital. And they say this kind of case would occur maybe once in a thousand cases, if at all. It is said that the brain tumor cells dissolved, circulated within the brain, and eventually came out through the ear via the eardrum.

Some brothers and sisters say, “Ah, when we go to Naju, why don’t the Lord and the Blessed Mother heal us all at once?” I think that view is mistaken. I am actually very grateful that this child has not yet been completely healed. Why? Because it means that the Mother loves this child so much that she continues to call us until now. If the child had been fully healed, I, being human, would also have fallen into pride and thought, “Now that he has been healed, why should we go down to Naju anymore?” But precisely because She loves this child so much, She allows healing little by little and continues to call us here.

At that time, the malignant brain tumor was discovered when the child was in the second year of elementary school, so it has been about two years. Now he is in the fourth grade. The child who used to weigh only 14 or 15 kilograms now weighs 48 kilograms. These days, I can’t even drink freely when I go out. If I drink, he comes and carries me on his back.

Both the child and I are grateful to the Blessed Mother that this condition has not simply disappeared, but has remained. I believe that the Blessed Mother loves this child so much, and through this test is helping me to live more uprightly, gradually granting healing little by little. Is this not due to the parents’ faults? What fault does this young child have? I believe that it is because the parents have not lived correctly that the Blessed Mother is calling the parents through this child.  Thank you.

October 19, 1994

Barnabas Hwang

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