...for the success of my father's operation. Today, he had a benign tumour removed from his neck. It had a technical name, but I can't remember it. The tumour was attached to his neck, his left arm, and his spine - and so there was a chance that he could have permanently lost the use of his left arm (had the operation gone horribly wrong). I went to see him this afternoon at the hospital, and saw him sitting on a bench in the hospital garden beside my brother. He was wearing a blue dressing gown, and had a bottle in his pocket attached to a tube in his neck, which he said was like a drain (please forgive my hopeless ignorance of this sort of stuff but it doesn't interest me in the slightest). The specialist said that he will probably be slightly numb around the back of his head and neck because of the operation, but this is the best news I have seen in a month of Mondays (as Gandalf told Butterbur at Bree!). God be praised for the skill of the doctor and the gracious intercession of St Luke!
Good Saint Luke, before you met our dear Lord and became a follower of His and a writer of His Gospel, you were a doctor. We beg you this day to bless and help and protect our doctors. Obtain for them the graces they most need to do their work well and serve God generously. Help them to be strong and gentle, prudent and charitable, understanding and self-sacrificing. Give them great skill in the care of our bodies, so that, blessed with physical strength and health, we may more faithfully perform our daily tasks. Help us all, good Saint Luke, to imitate very closely the life and virtues of our Blessed Mother Mary, about whom you wrote so beautifully, and of Him whom she bore into this world, Jesus Christ our Lord and our God, who lives and reigns for ever and ever. Amen.
Many thanks for the prayers of all readers, God bless you all.