St. Luke the Surgeon, Archbishop of Simferopol (source)
1. My son, E., was diagnosed with
cancer of the right kidney, and on 3/27/12 went to Prince Alfred
Hospital, Sydney, to have his kidney removed.
With tears, I entreated St. Luke to
help my son in surgery, that everything would go well. We went to the
hospital and were waiting in waiting room. I continued to entreat the
help of St. Luke, using my prayer rope.
There as I was sitting, I sensed that
St. Luke entered the room and sat next to my son and embraced him. He
looked at me with a smile and said: “I traveled the whole road from
Russia for E. Do not worry, everything will go well. That you might
believe that I am next to him, you will see that no one will sit in
the chair next to E., because I am sitting there.”
In reality, the whole row of chairs was
filled across from me, while no one sat next to E.
They called my son's name to go into
the OR, and before he entered, I sensed that St. Luke went before
him.
The surgery lasted around three hours.
When they finished, he remained a short
time in the post-op area, and then they took him to his room, where
we went also.
Slowly, I began to speak to him. I
said: “My boy, I entreated St. Luke the Physician to help you in
surgery.”
He replied: “Daddy, before the
surgery began, someone came and told me: 'My name is Luke, I am an
Anesthesiologist.'”
I stopped. Every time I think of this,
my eyes fill with tears. The surgery went well. I thank God, St. Luke
and all the Saints.
The child did not need chemotherapy,
nor any other medicine. Glory to God for everything.
2. I wanted to relate in writing my
personal experience relating to the wondrous intervention of St. Luke
the Russian, in the personal case of a friend of mine. This
inscription is to add to the many witnesses of the wonderworking
power of this newly-revealed Saint.
It was a Friday during May of 2009, and
I was in Athens, where I was meeting two of my close friends. On
account of my work, I am not often in Greece, and so every time that
I return, we get together as usual. Thus, on that day, we spent three
hours discussing various issues which we were dealing with, and which
we could not discuss over the telephone. The atmosphere was always
great, and my doctor friend (the other being a lawyer) was especially
happy for his family and professional developments. We said our
goodbyes, and we planned to get together three months later when I
returned to Athens.
That following Tuesday, I received a
phone call from my lawyer friend. The hour was in the afternoon in
Greece. With a hesitating manner, he asked me if I was well, and if
there was someone near me. Immediately I froze. He was preparing to
tell me some bad news. That which he told me was truly upsetting: our
close friend suffered a major stroke in the hospital, in the clinic
where he was the director. Some unexpected state caused his blood
pressure to skyrocket, and he immediately lost his senses. Despite
his poor luck, at least they immediately transferred him to the ICU
of the hospital where he was serving, and which he served as the
director and manager.
Immediately I thought to go to Greece
to support him and his wife and children, especially in spirit. The
weight of my responsibilities however, did not allow me to go
immediately, so my lawyer friend agreed to keep me informed of any
updates to his status.
Our next few telephone conversations
were difficult, terrible and worrisome, because the news was growing
increasingly worse. Our friend was in a coma, and the prognosis was
disappointing. The capsule of the brain had been damaged irreparably.
The doctors did not give any hope. Our friend's wife was also a
doctor. Both of them were professors of medicine and board-certified.
Furthermore, their life was a continuous study and progress towards
the advancement of medical science.
The first week passed amidst great
concern, but hope that something would improve. His wife would
communicate with us via telephone, and she was especially pessimistic
regarding his medical state, but always asked us to pray and to relay
her requests to any monks and people who would pray for the salvation
of her suffering husband. Her faith was unshakable, that we must not
loose our hopes in God. As the days passed, many events worsened his
state (infections, respiratory issues, etc.) His wife sent the MRIs
to the USA, and she called the three greatest neurosurgeons in Greece
to examine him in the ICU. Their opinion was the same. They advised
our friend's wife to prepare spiritually to accept his death, and to
watch over their children (two boys). Her response was clear before
many witnesses: “You can say that, but the Holy Mountain and the
Saints have another opinion.”
She had hastened to many Monasteries
and met monks and nuns to whom she related the serious state of her
sick husband. Close friends of ours and myself personally had served
Parakleses to St. Luke the Physician. One priest, on the 30th
day that my physician friend was in the ICU, visited him with relics
of St. Luke the Russian. He crossed him and prayed fervently for his
speedy deliverance.
That same evening, my friend's wife,
who was sitting outside of the ICU taking a brake, was praying in
agony on a chair, and expecting some change. She had within her a
clear sense of some improvement. Straightaway she saw a priest with
the Epitrachelion (stole) enter the ICU by himself. He disappeared.
She remained in her seat. She thought that some other sick person was
at his last moments, and that he was likely going to give him the
Spotless Mysteries [Holy Communion]. She waited a short time, and
without thinking why, she got up and entered the ICU with great
agony. There was no one around her sick husband, nor anyone else in
the ICU. She looked at her husband, who looked somewhat different (as
she was a doctor). He began to move his left foot and, despite having
suffered a stroke and being in a coma, he began to whisper
unintelligible words to her!!! What she witnessed was truly
astonishing. She called the doctors, and they all felt that the brain
had begun to show other signs of reaction.
Over the next hours, the sick man
opened his eyes and recognized his wife, without being able to speak.
The new MRI showed almost total disappearance of the brain bleed and
the rest of the signs of the brain lesion. Of course, there were no
scientific explanations for this, and everyone accepted it at once.
As such, the explanation was, in the words of the wife who was truly
moved, that the priest who she saw enter the ICU was St. Luke the
Physician! Two monks from different monasteries confirmed that they
saw St. Luke confirm to them that the sick man will get well. In one
month, he began to walk, and in four months, he was again lecturing,
with support, at a medical conference in Athens, expounding on the
theme that he had been assigned.
Today, two years later, my doctor
friend again is serving at the hospital and continues his astonishing
hours towards alleviating the pain of his fellow men. His wife has
firm opinions regarding those things that took place, and she
describes that his state, from a medical perspective, was
unexplainable. The doctor who was formerly bed-ridden and on his
death bed serves as a living witness of the wonders of the faith and
the presence of St. Luke the Physician in his life. The former sick
man himself had begun to relate what had occurred over the following
days until he began to talk, and his witness is astonishing. His
disclosure of all the wondrous events will occur at some point from
himself and his wife, but in the mean time, they don't want any
secular publication to interrupt their daily offering to their fellow
man.
May we have the blessing of St. Luke
the Physician, and all the Saints, that we might come to the
knowledge of the true mutability of our rational ontology.
June 10th, 2012.
D. K.
(amateur translation of the text from source)
Through the prayers of our Holy Fathers, Lord Jesus Christ our God, have mercy on us and save us! Amen!
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