The Price of Your Miracle

In the third trimester of her high-risk pregnancy, Sadie Kelly was diagnosed with an aggressive, malignant pelvic tumor.

The night before her emergency resection, my entire family drove two hours up the coast to the St. Jude Shrine in the foothills. My parents, who had loved Sadie like their own flesh and blood since she was orphaned as a girl, walked the stone Stations of the Cross on their bare knees. By the time they reached the summit grotto, their foreheads were bruised and scraped raw, begging every saint in heaven for the survival of Sadie and her unborn child.