Father Charles of Mount Argus

January 5 is the feast of the Passionist Father Charles Houben of Mount Argus in Ireland, known as a miracle-worker for the many miraculous cures attributed to him. He died in 1893. In 1892, one year earlier, Sherlock Holmes died, as fans of the master detective may tell you.

I mention Sherlock Holmes because he represents the English Enlightenment that believed everything can be explained by reason. On the case of Father Charles and his many miraculous cures, I’m sure Holmes would say to his colleague Dr. Watson “No such things as a miraculous cure. There’s a reason for it somewhere, and I’ll find it.”

Father Charles was born in Munstergeleen, Holland in 1821. During his time of compulsory military service he first heard about the Passionists. After completing military service and studies he was received into the community by Blessed Dominic Barberi. He made his novitiate in Belgium, ordained a priest and then sent to England. In 1856 he went to the newly established monastery of Mount Argus in Dublin, Ireland, where he ministered for most of his life till his death in 1893.

Charles was shy and timid, not learned or scholarly or a good preacher. He never spoke English well. At Mount Argus, he heard confessions and blessed people with a relic of the Passionist saints. Yet, people saw him as someone close to God and his blessing brought about cures. Increasing numbers of people came to him at Mount Argus seeking to be cured and he was called to homes and hospitals in Dublin to bless the sick.

His reputation grew. His funeral was attended by people from all of Ireland. A newspaper of the time said: “Never before has the memory of any man sparked an explosion of religious sentiment and profound veneration as that which we observed in the presence of the mortal remains of Father Charles,” the Superior of the monastery wrote to his family, “The people have already declared him a saint.”

In his lifetime, though, Charles met with criticism and humiliation, even from members of his own community. In 1866 because questions were raised about his curing ministry, particularly by the medical establishment, Charles was transferred to England, where he remained for a number of years before returning to Mount Argus.

Charles was canonized June 2, 2007 by Pope Benedict XVI in St. Peters Basilica, Rome. He’s still performing cures. If you want to make a pilgrimage to Fr. Charles’ tomb start here.

In our enlightened age, we distrust cures. Whether we’re aware of it or not, like Holmes the famous detective, we put our trust in science and reason to solve sickness and suffering. Someone will figure it out. Meantime take some pills.

For this reason I introduce you to Doctor Vincent Rizzuto, a doctor and scientist, and also a dedicated friend of St. Charles. Listen to his story:


Vincent J. Rizzuto, MD, FACP

“The more I study science, the more I believe in God.” — Albert Einstein

“Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous.” —Albert Einstein.

“There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” —Albert Einstein

©2020 Vincent J. Rizzuto, MD, FACP All rights reserved.



I recently completed work on an extensive (30 plus pages) narrative entitled “The Saint and I.” It is an inspirational story (written from a point of view where science and religion intersect) concerning medicine, miracles and probabilities. In brief, this relates to my experience with St. Charles (of Mt. Argus, Dublin, Ireland) during (about) 18 months after He cured my depression. I am especially proud of the fact that St. Charles (like me, as a doctor) is/has been totally non-denominational in His dealing with patients. He has helped people of all faiths as well as those who profess no faith at all.

On 1-5-2021, St. Charles’ feast day, Father Victor Hoagland posted my entire work on his website (that is, “Victor’s Place”) at the Passionist Priests’ Monastery, Jamaica, NY, and he prefaced it with a short history of St. Charles.

The website will permit anyone to read my story at his leisure and without cost or obligation. My goal is simply to introduce people to this powerful Saint who is ready to provide His formidable assistance to those who request it.

Below, you will find a link to that site. This link will take you to the history of St. Charles, scroll down>> a photo of me, scroll down>>to my manuscript.

https://vhoagland.com/2022/01/05/father-charles-of-mount-argus-2/ I sincerely hope that you enjoy my story.


On June 3, 2007 Pope Benedict XVI elevated a humble priest, a Passionist named Charles Houben (1821-1893), to the status of Saint.

St. Charles was one of the very few Catholic Saints who performed miracles during the course of His lifetime. In fact, His miracles were so numerous that in 1866 the medical doctors in His vicinity ( the monastery at Mt. Argus, Dublin, Ireland) joined forces to have Him transferred out of the country (to England) because they were losing money!

On Sunday, November 25, 2018, the Passionist priests began the first in a series of healing Masses at the Immaculate Conception Monastery (formerly known as the Passionist Monastery) at 86-45 Edgerton Boulevard, Jamaica, NY 11432 (Tel# 718-739-6502). These Masses will serve to honor St. Charles and are dedicated to those who are sick and suffering. (In the future they hope to offer, not only spiritual, but also other types of aid to the sick following these Masses).

The Masses will take place at 2:15 PM on the last Sunday of each month and all denominations are invited to attend. St. Charles, no doubt, will confer His blessings on those present, and He may even provide a miracle or two (as He did at His Shrine, for example, in Dublin, Ireland in the recent past).

©2020 Vincent J. Rizzuto, MD, FACP All rights reserved.

A Mere Coincidence?

Following the sudden death of my younger sister, I developed severe clinical depression on or about June 13, 2013. I was afraid I might take my own life if I were left unattended, so I voluntarily consented to several successive admissions to a major psychiatric/medical center in New York City. The diagnosis was endogenous depression and Parkinson’s disease.

I received the finest, most comprehensive, up to date psychiatric and medical therapy available today. However, my depression was so deep that eventually I exhausted most of the customary medications. The only remaining treatment was shock therapy, but this was discontinued because of serious adverse effects. For all practical purposes, as far as I was concerned, modern medicine had come to a standstill.

Finally, after a deeply distressing two year period, I was discharged in “stable” condition for outpatient follow-up.

The next phase of my life was punctuated by a series of plunges -deeper and deeper into depression. The solitary clear recollection I have of this period was that I experienced an overwhelming, almost constant nausea which was refractory to all treatment.

At this point, a doctor friend introduced me to a 92 year old, brilliant Catholic priest, Father Joseph Guzinski CP.

As I gazed at the old man in the wheelchair, my nausea intensified. Two thoughts struck me:

1. “I must be crazy to have come here. How could this man possibly help me?”

2. “If I don’t leave soon, I’m going to vomit on the floor!”
Father Joe was quick to grasp how sick I was, so he immediately got

down to business. He instructed me in the use of the holy oil of Saint Charles, and he provided directions for its administration. He suggested that Vanessa (my home health aide) apply Saint Charles’ oil on my forehead in the form of a cross each morning while we recited a prayer to Saint Charles.

PS To avoid confusion, I must mention that Vanessa was my home health aide for the period between 2013 to 2020. She was replaced by Grace from about May, 2020, up to, and including, the present time.

St. Charles spent most of his life as a priest at the Passionist Monastery at Mount Argus in Dublin, Ireland. He was responsible for many miraculous cures.

One day, my severe depression simply vanished as quickly and dramatically as it started. This event took place about 7-10 days after we began the prayers to Saint Charles with the application of the holy oil. I can pinpoint the day/time precisely. It was 11:00 Easter Sunday morning!

Subsequently I was examined by a professor of neurology at New York- Presbyterian /Weill Cornell Medical Center. He concluded that I did not have Parkinson’s disease, and he advised me to stop taking the very powerful anti-Parkinsonism drugs.

Miracles are rare, but when they do occur, they often happen very quickly (just like answers to our prayers at times). If you are not observant, you are liable to miss them.

This reminds me of the story of a businessman who was late for an important meeting while he looked for a parking spot in New York City. There was big money at stake, and he wanted his share. Eventually, he looked up towards heaven and said, “Dear God, if you find me a place to park, I’ll do anything you want.” Just then, a small truck pulled out, leaving him more than ample room to park. He looked up again and said, “Never mind. I found one!”

In the words of C. S. Lewis, “Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.”

Who I Am

For those who may be interested, I will provide a brief summary of my pertinent background information.

By the end of my junior year in college, I was fortunate to be accepted at several medical schools. So I decided to go on with my education without a college degree. After graduating from Georgetown University Medical School with honors, St. John’s University, Jamaica, NY granted me a summa cum laude degree (based on my previous college record) without going back to complete my college courses.

I finished my internship and medical residency training at the time of the height of the Vietnam War. I spent two years in the U.S. Army Medical Corps as an internist (specialist in internal medicine).

I then worked as a medical consultant in an industrial medicine program sponsored by Citibank, NA at both their Park Avenue and Wall Street offices. We managed the health care of bank employees and executives, and we took pride in helping almost anyone who required immediate medical attention (and then referred them to their own doctors for further care).

Following this, I became an attending physician at the Catholic Medical Center of Brooklyn and Queens, NYC. Here I had the pleasure and privilege to teach medical interns and residents on a regular basis in addition to conducting a private medical practice.

I did quality assurance work for the Catholic Medical Center for several years prior to my retirement. This involved, for example, reviewing the work of other doctors and making appropriate suggestions to improve quality of care.

Now, let us get “back to the present.”

I am an 83 year old (born 09/19/37) medical doctor who suffered a long period of major depression (associated with Parkinson’s disease) following the sudden, unexpected death of my younger sister.

Subsequently, there was a sequence of events which led to my current relationship with St. Charles.

Our association usually works as follows. I don’t look for problems or situations. But if a significant one (illness or other) comes my way, if it’s necessary, I will ask St. Charles’ assistance (to help other people, not myself). He often responds in some manner within 24-48 hours, and He occasionally adds a sign (a “coincidence”) to emphasize that this is not something random, but rather, His doing.

Jane Wagner, an American writer, director and producer, once said, “When we talk to God, we’re praying. When God talks to us, we’re schizophrenic.”

I can assure you that I am indeed “of sound mind,” but I must admit that a doctor who works with a Saint at his side is a bit unusual.

Think of the implications…
I have accumulated a small series of events in which St. Charles helped people. Even more noteworthy is the fact that in just a very few (perhaps 3-5 out of 20 events) He provided support which cannot be ascribed to modern medicine. Believe me, as a doctor with many years of experience-including taking care of soldiers during the Vietnam war -I know what we can and cannot do.

I never tell the Saint what to do. I usually don’t ask for miracles as such. I know that miracles are very rare. I only ask Him to bless the individuals in question.

I know that He will help. I have no idea what form that help will take. That’s God’s business and the Saint’s business, not my business. I am always grateful for whatever He does. And I thank Him in advance!

Please remember this because it is very important. God (or St. Charles) helps those who help themselves. He only provides additional help after we have exhausted all the means He has already given us.

Moreover, as you read through my relatively brief “events” you will notice that St. Charles does not limit his attention to medical problems. I was guided by my patients in this respect. I requested St. Charles’ assistance for whatever their problems might be. Also, I am documenting this information primarily for the general public, not for my fellow physicians. But I know that some doctors will read this. So I tried, as much as possible, to use medical terminology only when necessary to convey substance and, if so, to explain it in “plain English.”

In summary, I am a retired medical doctor who currently functions more, in a sense, like a priest. Although I continue to use terms such as patient, history, diagnosis, etc. (you cannot take the “doctor” out of “doctor”!), I do not examine patients, order diagnostic studies or laboratory tests, write prescriptions, etc. I don’t have a telephone answering service. I just pray to St. Charles for those who require my prayers after they provide me with a diagnosis.


In retrospect, my association with St. Charles can be viewed as a drama in two acts.

Act One consisted of my two year struggle with major depression which culminated in an instantaneous, miraculous cure by St. Charles.

Act Two refers to something which was even more remarkable. Over a relatively short period of time, in step-by-step, trial and error fashion, I developed a working relationship with this Saint. (I might hasten to add that this also involved a lot of prayer and meditation on my part).

Over the past 18 months or so, I rarely requested His assistance on behalf of seriously ill medical patients who were beyond the reach of modern medicine. Much more commonly, I asked Him to help some people with lesser illnesses, or even non-medical problems, if and when the circumstances merited it.

I would like to make certain that there is no misunderstanding between my readers and me with reference to a few important issues.

My only motivation in this work I do with St. Charles is to help people. My ambition is “To Be Worthy To Serve the Suffering,” the motto of Georgetown University School of Medicine (from which I graduated many years ago). My only satisfaction is in the knowledge of a good and noble deed well done.

I repeatedly tell everyone (especially my patients and the priests at the Passionist Monastery) that there is absolutely no charge for this service. And, although I don’t usually ask for miracles, it is vital-perhaps even life- saving for a particular patient- to leave that avenue open! In fact, money and miracles “don’t mix!” If I received even a penny, the mere possibility of a miracle would immediately vanish!

Those who know me are aware of just how much I detest publicity and value my privacy. At my age I certainly am not suddenly looking to become famous. I regularly remind patients, their families, and some priests that I would prefer if they did not discuss my role in their being cured by St. Charles with anyone unless it was absolutely necessary (as if someone required my help).

Winston Churchill once remarked, “A lie can travel half-way around the world before the truth gets a chance to put its pants on.” It wouldn’t take long for someone to misinterpret what I do, and people would begin to confuse me with the Saint whom I represent. He is the only one here with miraculous powers. I pray that He may exercise such powers on occasion. But, if the public thinks that I can heal them of my own accord, I would have to go into hiding somewhere. My life would become a nightmare! Despite these concerns, I must seek some sort of publication so that

people may know that I am available to help them. My ultimate goal is to foster dedication and devotion to St. Charles, one of the most powerful Saints of all time. He is ready and willing to assist those who request His help. No middleman is absolutely necessary.

I couldn’t possibly be imagining (or fabricating) my recent experiences because this would necessitate the cooperation of my patients (and many others), a widespread, preposterous conspiracy! And for what purpose? Who could possibly benefit from this?

My doctors (and fellow professionals), including psychiatrists, can all attest, so to speak, to my good character and my current excellent mental health.

Now let us get back in focus with St. Charles.

Father Victor, the Passionist priest who has been invaluable as my mentor, has a fascinating theory concerning my relationship with this Saint.

St. Charles was a tragic-stricken hero. The doctors in the area surrounding the Passionist Monastery at Mt. Argus, Dublin, Ireland hated this powerful Saint. His abundant miracles reduced their patient population and their income! His fellow priests despised Him. They were jealous of His popularity.They provided Him with a bedroom which was upstairs at the back of the Monastery. And they gave Him the responsibility to answer the front doorbell which rang at all times, both day and night. They told Him that these people were looking for Him, so why should anyone else be disturbed!

“When you regained your health”, said Fr. Victor, “He, in effect, ‘recruited’ you to assist Him in continuing His earthly mission of serving the sick and suffering!”

Father Victor goes on further to postulate that, in this day and age, this may even be part of a much larger plan.

“Look around you,” he continued, “What do you see? You notice, for example, that the Catholic Church is struggling to maintain its Christ-given position and reputation in the world against a backdrop of deplorable sexual scandals.

Concomitantly, there is a bold frontal attack on YouTube in debates with the militant atheists (who would have us believe that science has replaced religion)!”

“When St. Charles selected you to work with Him”, Father Victor said, “He chose a medical doctor who also professed faith. You know that there is no inherent contradiction between science and religion. The two disciplines actually compliment one another.”
“And He selected you precisely because you serve to illustrate this point!”
When Jesus Christ made lame people walk and blind people see, He didn’t do it merely to help those who were sick. He did it primarily to call attention to His power as God, one who has authority to found a Church and establish rules and regulations for living. He used the miracles as “steps” in support of His doctrines and promise of heaven.

I am quite certain that St. Charles has the same motivation. And, under the circumstances, it may even be true that He has selected others, besides me, throughout the world to help Him with His plans.

However, to pursue this line of thought any further at this point is no more than idle speculation. So let’s move on, instead, to a review of a few events.

Please bear the following significant information in mind as we proceed with this missive.

I asked St Charles to help about twenty people in the past 18 months. Only a few of these events were serious health issues, and, in turn, only a few of those are concerned with possible miracles. As I mentioned previously, I generally followed the needs of my subjects. So many of my events are merely typical examples of why we should keep St. Charles in mind for assistance with “everyday problems.” (The Saint is there for the healthy and living as well as for the sick and/or dying!)

St. Charles is ready and willing to assist you with any difficulty, but it is up to you to initiate that request!

Finally, before I present my series of events to you, there is another matter which requires clarification.

A news reporter posed the following question to Pope Francis during a flight, “Who are you?” The Pope said, “I am a sinner, just like everyone else!” In like manner, I wish to make it perfectly clear that I am certainly not a saint, even though St. Charles has been kind enough to permit me to associate with Him from time to time. In fact, if anyone develops a “holier than thou” attitude, I would urge him to read a beautiful poem (which is readily available on the internet) entitled, “Fool’s Prayer” by Edward Roland Sill. Here a court jester teaches the king (who represents all mankind) a well deserved lesson in virtue/humility.


A good friend contacted me because his wife “was not feeling like herself lately.” He was unable to supply any further details except that she had no significant past medical history. Under the circumstances, my only suggestion was that she see a capable internist for a complete evaluation. Since he seemed very concerned, I added that I would ask St. Charles to watch over her.

About two weeks later, he said that she developed chest pain one evening and was taken to a local hospital emergency room by ambulance. They found “something wrong with her heart” which necessitated immediate transfer to another facility.

The eventual diagnosis was “aortic dissection” for which she underwent major cardiovascular surgery.

Aortic dissection is a serious condition in which there is a tear in the wall of the main artery carrying blood out of the heart (aorta). As the tear extends along the wall of the aorta, blood can flow in between the layers of the blood vessel wall (dissection). This can progress to aortic rupture or decreased blood flow to various organs.

Aortic dissection is life threatening. The condition can be managed with surgery if it is performed prior to aortic rupture. Less than 50% of patients with a ruptured aorta survive.

Of all people with aortic dissection, 40% die immediately. 1% of the remainder die every hour. Even after the diagnosis, 5-20 % die during, or right after, surgery.

This patient survived and is doing reasonably well. In the absence of any very sophisticated clinico-pathologic studies, one can only surmise what role St. Charles played in her welfare.

PS For example, if blood pressure readings within the dissection were very high at points where the external (outside) wall of the dissection was very thin, the question would arise as to why doesn’t this vessel rupture? (Many times, as in this case, I would like more information about a patient, but I cannot pursue my objective without sacrificing the patient’s peace of mind, and that I will never do!)

This is an 80 year old, slightly intellectually disabled gentleman who lives alone. While crossing a street, he was hit by a bus and suffered severe damage to one of his legs. Unfortunately, the leg could not be salvaged, and his doctors were forced to amputate the extremity.

Two of his relatives, who were about to leave on vacation the next day, discovered that there were no good quality rehabilitation facilities available to which he could be transferred at this time. The best places had no vacancies and the waiting list was a long one.

So they asked me to obtain St. Charles’ support. I did so. A few hours later they called to tell me that he had just been accepted at a rehabilitation center rumored to be good. I checked with a friend who possesses a doctorate degree in physical therapy. She

said that this was a relatively newer facility (compared to some of the others) with a “solid” reputation and some nice surroundings. She was confident that he would receive good care here.

Then his relatives arranged for someone to visit him there on a regular basis just to be certain that he was doing well.

This is a middle-aged gentleman, owner of an antique business in NYC. His landlord informed him of a rent increase which he could not possibly afford. He searched in vain to find appropriate facilities. The places were terrible; the price was still enormous. He was about to lose a lifetime venture.

The situation was hopeless when I asked Saint Charles to assist him. As usual in such cases, I also asked him to make note of the date/time.

Two days later, the landlord visited him again and told him that he decided to move him to a slightly smaller (but still more than adequate) area in the same building where he was now located. The landlord added that the rent he expected for the new quarters was, in fact, less than he was currently paying.

In addition to being an advocate of St. Charles, I have also been a promoter of Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal.

There was one recent event where I asked both of them to assist someone with a serious health problem. However, following a successful outcome, I was curious as to which of the two (or both together) was responsible.

Although it was only of academic importance, I asked St. Charles for an answer to this question.

I then proceeded to email a priest friend about an altogether different subject. I hadn’t been in touch with him for a long time. The last time we spoke he was teaching at a local university in NYC. After he had finished helping me with this other matter for which I had contacted him, I decided to ask him the question of how I could determine who (St. Charles or the Blessed Mother) was my benefactor?

He said, “I honestly have no idea, but I could ask my next door neighbor for you. He happens to be the priest who is the current Director of the National Shrine of Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal here in Germantown, Pennsylvania where I now reside!”

A middle-aged lady was seen, on separate occasions, by two physicians (both are faculty members at world class medical schools in NYC) for severe right facial pain. No specific diagnosis was made, and no form of therapy was successful. Similar results were obtained with visits to an oral surgeon and a gum specialist. The intermittent pain, often very severe, persisted unabated, unrelieved.

Following an in-depth extensive interview, I arrived at a presumptive diagnosis. I told her that much of the credit was due to her previous doctors, who had already eliminated all the common disorders, thereby enabling me to focus on the rare entities which cause this clinical picture.

As Sherlock Holmes once said, “When you have excluded all of the possibilities, whatever is left, no matter how unlikely, must be the correct solution.”

In simple English (as opposed to medical terminology), this patient’s pain was very real, but it was emanating from (originating in) her mind. This type of patient is usually treated by a psychiatrist who specializes in pain management. So I advised her accordingly. And then I asked St. Charles to help. I explained how this Saint provides “coincidences” to indicate that He is working with me. I gave her one (of several possible examples) which He used in the past. This particular one involved a “Miraculous Medal” which I wear around my neck.

The lady is not a Catholic. Yet, while I told her the story, she removed something from around her neck. She said, “Someone gave me this two weeks ago and told me that it would help me soon.” And she handed me a Miraculous Medal! I showed her mine; she began crying when she saw that they matched. She knew that she would be helped (and so did I).

One day later she called and said that her pain had decreased by 50%. I told her and her husband to read jokes out loud to one another as much as possible over the next day or two. The pain decreased even more. They just returned from a boat ride vacation up and down the Mississippi. She’s doing very well.

Reports from Mt. Argus, Dublin, Ireland (former residence of St. Charles) indicate that hundreds of people visit St. Charles’ Shrine there regularly looking for help, and occasional miracles still happen. And I think that St. Charles is also quite active right here at home!
PS A coincidence, by definition, signifies two events occurring at the same time, perceived as meaningfully connected, but not related as cause and effect. So St. Charles’ “coincidences” are not truly coincidences at all since he is the cause and we witness the effect.

Finally, I referred this patient for expert psychiatric follow-up. She has some psychological problems which, if left unchecked, could conceivably lead to a recurrence of the hemifacial pain complex. With adequate (multidisciplinary) treatment (which may involve dentists, medical doctors and/or psychiatrists), however, the prognosis is good.

A middle-aged woman was concerned about the welfare of two family members. Her sister, who had financial difficulties, had a damaged (injury-related) knee and was worried about the outcome of a compensation hearing in the next few days. This was purely a financial problem.

Her sister-in-law, on the other-hand, had serious, long-standing depression. She had done well with prozac maintenance therapy, but she was forced to discontinue this drug because of an allergic reaction to it. She had seen neurologists and behavior analysts. She was under psychiatric care, had failed to respond to many other medications, refused to undergo electroshock therapy, and had just begun a new drug with little or no hope. Her family life was chaotic. She couldn’t accept responsibility or take part in social contact outside the house with others. She was, in fact, afraid to leave her home. Her father (flew in from Florida) and her sister-in-law (from New York) took care of her 5 year old son.

So I asked St. Charles to assist and watch over these two people.
One week after I requested St. Charles’ assistance, the lady (who originally saw me about her family members) telephoned me at 6AM. She was very excited and eager to report that “there had been a miracle!”

First, her sister received the maximum amount possible at her compensation hearing. Second, a day or two after I had asked St. Charles for His help, her sister-in-law awakened one morning feeling “better than she ever did before” in her lifetime!

Her psychiatrist said that she was apparently cured of her depression. He withdrew her medication slowly as a precaution.

She immediately resumed her normal family and social life as a responsible, well- adjusted wife and mother. She had lunch at a restaurant with a friend. She even took her son to see a movie-something which she had not done for years!

A retired internist, who is a close friend of mine, applied St. Charles’ holy oil daily for a few months due to carpal tunnel syndrome. One evening, he also experienced a great deal of discomfort in the upper back and shoulders. So he asked his wife to use the holy oil to massage the muscles of his neck and back too.

The following day, while accompanying his wife for a visit to an orthopedic physician, he suddenly became short of breath, collapsed, and was immediately defibrillated (for cardiac arrest) by qualified personnel at the physician’s office. (The cardiology department just happened to be right next door to the orthopedic department!)

Then he was rushed to the cardiac catheterization laboratory of a nearby hospital where it was noted that a large clot was just forming, and ready to obstruct the left main coronary artery. If this had occurred, the patient would have suffered massive damage to the anterior (front) wall of the heart, a devastating incident!

However, due to the expert timely intervention, this catastrophic event was avoided. In essence, nitroglycerin dilated (opened) the vessel, and a stent (bypass) was inserted, so that normal blood flow could continue unimpeded by the big clot (which, due to anticoagulant medication, was now noted to be dissolving slowly).

And so an apparent series of “coincidences” paved the way towards a remarkable recovery. But we must remember that true coincidence, by definition, is not cause and effect. And, moreover, it is precisely the cause and effect type of “coincidence” which has become almost a trademark, in my experience, of St. Charles (as I have pointed out many times previously) when He is actively engaged in the healing process.

The patient was discharged from the hospital a few days later. He is currently home, doing well, and exhibits no apparent permanent sequelae.

I have doctor friends at almost all the major medical (schools) centers in New York City. But neither I, nor my colleagues, knew anyone at the hospital where the above- described cardiac catheterization was performed until one or two days immediately prior to this doctor’s cardiac arrest. On that day, a prominent physician associated with that very same hospital (who was a stranger to me) contacted me, introduced himself and asked me to pray to St. Charles for a member of his family, a lady with biopsy- confirmed cancer. So now I was able to call this doctor who, in turn, provided me with all of my friend’s medical details as they happened to make sure that I was satisfied with the cardiac team’s performance!

The second patient I will discuss briefly with you is the lady to whom I just referred. She developed a stroke following surgical removal of a portion of a large malignant brain tumor. Therefore her life expectancy was about eighteen (18) months if it were not for the stroke, a new immediate threat to her life.

But the doctor who called me was impressed with the fact that the patient’s stroke started to resolve almost immediately after we began the prayers to St. Charles.

A few days later, he was even more surprised when she walked into his office to pick up the St. Charles’ holy oil which I had sent to him for her to use!

My tour of duty in the U.S. Army began as a specialist in internal medicine at the height of the Vietnam conflict. The newest doctor often “inherited” some of the most difficult cases like my first patient. He was a young Army officer with a febrile illness, a loud heart murmur, and evidence of impending cardiac failure. The previous physicians had done a good job ruling out practically all possible causes of his illness, but, unfortunately, they were not able to make a specific diagnosis. And this patient’s time was gradually running out. Without a diagnosis he would soon die of congestive heart failure. He was scheduled to be transferred to Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington, DC as soon as appropriate arrangements could be made. I did not want this man to die during my care. So I resolved to do everything possible to diagnose/cure him!

I did not go home at night. I stayed at the hospital and practically lived in the hospital library.

The main thrust of my endeavors at this point was to repeatedly question the patient very carefully. I had to know every single place where he went, what he ate, what he drank, what he did and with whom, etc. And I had maps on the wall of the library where I associated that information with whatever diseases were prevalent in those areas. In short, I needed to match the patient’s presence and actions with a place which harbored the disease which produced his condition. (After a while, I began to get very discouraged, but I kept at it because it was his only chance).

Finally, I discovered a good candidate for the diagnosis. He admitted that he drank a glass of milk in Bangkok, Thailand. This corresponded to one of my red flag areas on the maps in the library. Raw (unpasteurized) milk was occasionally served here. I knew from my medical school training that this was one of the ways that humans could acquire infection with Brucella abortus, a bacteria responsible for abortions in cattle. This organism can also cause bacterial endocarditis in humans. The bacteria seed the bloodstream and attach and destroy heart valves! This would certainly explain the clinical picture in this patient.

Unfortunately, repeated blood and urine cultures were negative. But I remembered that this organism was notoriously fastidious; that is, it can escape detection if the laboratory conditions are not exactly as they should be to grow it.

And time for this patient was running out. So I was forced to make a decision. If I did nothing, he would die. This was clearly not a viable option.

The only alternative here was to treat the patient with massive doses of the correct antibiotics to combat this disease. A “therapeutic trial” with the appropriate antibiotic agents was this patient’s only chance for survival. So I ordered it!

The next day, the patient’s temperature began returning towards normal. The day after that, the heart murmur was less audible, and the enlarged (congested with blood) abdominal organs were reduced in size. The patient was “alive and well!” Eventually, he returned to duty!

With the cooperation of the military police, we were able to close down the establishment where raw milk was served in Thailand .

I told you the above story because, in my humble opinion, it is a wonderful example of “Divine Providence” when coupled with the information below.

We often hear the expression, “God works in mysterious ways.” That may be so. However, God sometimes works in perfectly straight forward ways, and recognizing them may serve as a source of inspiration to all of us.

St. Charles (who was responsible for curing my illness) was a Passionist priest before he became a Saint.

Another Passionist priest, Father Theodore Foley, will soon share in that distinction. Father Foley has all the necessary requisites for sainthood except a death certificate. One cannot become a saint without a death certificate and an explanation of the precise cause of death.

After traveling extensively abroad, Fr. Foley developed a febrile illness which was initially addressed by physicians here in the United States. Later, he was hospitalized in Rome, Italy where he died of a similar febrile illness in 1974. But no death certificate was available for him at the Vatican.

So the Passionist priests at the Immaculate Conception Monastery in New York asked me to provide any possible information about Fr. Foley’s cause of death.

There were no hospital records anymore. I was given a few scraps of paper with mostly illegible writing on them. Apparently, this was (?) a brief travel history of the patient, and some doctors’ notes about his last hospitalization. However, despite the lack of more clinical material, I was able to determine the cause of Fr. Foley’s demise with a high degree of probability.

Scattered reports that the doctors involved in this case were unable to arrive at a diagnosis were simply not true. Fr. Foley’s doctors actually did make a diagnosis of bacterial endocarditis, but they could not identify the responsible organism. So they didn’t know what antibiotics to use. And, unfortunately, he died from this disease.

Furthermore, some of the places to which Fr. Foley had traveled prior to his illness were “red flagged” areas on the maps; that is, places where raw milk was still occasionally available for human consumption at that time.

Fr. Foley probably died from bacterial endocarditis secondary to (caused by) the disease known as brucellosis. The offending organism was most likely Brucella abortus. (This is the same disease for which I treated my patient while I was in the US Army).

Since heaven is timeless (that is, eternal, without time) it would be a simple matter for St. Charles to orchestrate a “coincidence” spanning many years so that I, who had first hand clinical experience with this relatively rare disease, would (after He cured my depression) be able to help His fellow Passionist priest become a Saint like Him! Or was it all just an amazing, but totally random, meaningless coincidence? What do you think?

A close friend came to see me about 6 months ago because a British lady, her husband’s cousin, was newly diagnosed with cancer of the ovary. Unfortunately, the cancer was already at the “advanced stage”, so the prognosis was grave indeed. This condition is usually treated with various measures including, primarily, chemotherapy.

The current cure rate for this disease is only 15-20 %.

Her condition gradually “improved” after St. Charles’ support began. Also, her doctors recently performed a “surgical procedure” in an effort to “totally eradicate the malignancy” (something which they never expected to do in the past).

In fact, she is doing so well that her physicians plan to stop the chemotherapy after the next dose.

She could possibly go back to work next week!
PS I would have liked much more information concerning this patient. However, this was all that I could obtain from her relative who lives here in the United States. Addendum: Today her cousin told me that he had received a telephone call from the patient. She said that her doctors just announced that she was “free of cancer!” They were unable to find any evidence of residual cancer at all at this time!

I try to maintain my policy of requesting St. Charles’ assistance for others, not myself. However, on one occasion I was concerned about a groin infection which was not responding adequately to antimicrobial therapy. If this situation persisted, it would probably require surgical intervention. So, one evening, before bedtime, I told St. Charles that if he saw fit to provide me with some personal assistance, I certainly would not refuse it. When I awakened the following morning, the infection was apparently gone, but I finished the prescribed medical treatment anyway.

I will deviate from the topic here for a few moments to mention that St. Charles, like me, is totally “non-denominational” with respect to caring for patients. He has helped those of the Catholic faith just as much as those of other faiths-or no faith at all. I have often reassured patients that their personal religious beliefs have absolutely nothing to do with my intervention or St. Charles’ cures. A Catholic priest once told me that Jesus Christ Himself admonished his disciples when they hesitated to bring Him people of “other faiths” who sought His aid for physical maladies.

The expression “faith cure” does not apply to any of my events. One of the most seriously ill patients in my series was an atheist! The family volunteered that information because they thought it might make a difference. (I told them that it did not.)

I had no actual, direct contact with many of my subjects (one of whom, for example, lived in California and another, in England), and quite a few of them didn’t even know that I was praying for their welfare. It was often (but not always) a patient’s relative who engaged my support with St. Charles. Furthermore, as a doctor, I never question anyone about his or her religious faith or personal life. It doesn’t concern me (or St. Charles). My sentiments are similar to those of dictionary compiler, Samuel Johnson, who when asked what he thought about someone responded, “God Himself, sir, does not propose to judge a man until his life is over. Why should you and I?”

A middle-aged lady consulted me for two reasons. First of all, I recommended a gastroenterologist to evaluate/treat her gastroesophageal reflux symptoms.

She was also concerned about a newborn child who was scheduled for cardiac surgery. I asked St. Charles to help this child as much as possible. A few days later, I heard from a mutual friend that the cardiologists decided to reevaluate the youngster and discovered that the patient no longer required the contemplated surgical procedure!

(Occasionally, as in this case, I would like more information, but, as I mentioned previously, I cannot pursue this course if it might cause concern for the patient).

A close personal friend of mine had a similar problem. His granddaughter required surgery for a congenital heart disorder; more specifically, an atrial septal defect. Essentially, this is an abnormal hole or opening between the two atria (upper heart chambers). On the evening prior to surgery, he anointed the youngster with the holy oil of St. Charles, and he (and I) asked for Charles’ blessing for this patient. The surgeons were able to perform a minimally invasive procedure; that is, they did not have to open the chest cavity (a more formidable operation). Instead they repaired the defect through a peripheral vascular channel. The child did very well and the prognosis is excellent.

A woman, who had experienced significant relief from facial pain by St Charles, returned to see me. She was concerned because her original disorder had been triggered by a dental extraction. Now she was scheduled for another extraction, and she was afraid the same thing would recur. I told her that St. Charles still watches over you even after he has provided previous assistance for a disease.

A week later she said that all had gone well with her “extraction.” In fact, there was no extraction. The original dentist had been replaced by a new dentist who re-evaluated the patient and decided that there was no longer any indication to pull that tooth!

My cousin, my only close surviving relative, suffered from a serious inflammatory disorder which affects joints and soft tissue. The severe pain due to this disease could only be controlled by the administration of adrenal steroids. Unfortunately, she developed a bad side effect from this therapy. Multiple surgical procedures were necessary to correct the problem. Then she spent time in a rehabilitation center. Despite many attempts at physical therapy, she could not get out of a wheelchair when she was discharged. A wheelchair ramp was attached to the front of her house.

Subsequently, she experienced recurrence of pain related to the inflammatory disorder. Her rheumatologist sympathized with her. He sometimes saw “great big football players” who were crying because of pain from this illness. But since he could not use steroids anymore in her case, he was left with only one option. This particular drug would probably stop the pain, but it had one possible dreaded side effect; namely, bone cancer!

So, for the very first time, I explicitly asked St Charles for a miracle. I was careful not to use the word, “must,” because I remembered a case of His during His time at Mt. Argus. A doctor brought Him someone and said, “This child must be cured.” The Saint responded, “There are no ‘musts‘ when it comes to God.” (But I got the impression that this child was eventually cured). I provided St. Charles with all my reasons why He

should do this, and I could think of no reason why He shouldn’t do it.
The day after my “discussion” with St. Charles, my cousin called to tell me that her

pain had stopped completely. Also, until now she had been practically “glued” to her wheelchair for two months. But today she got out of her wheelchair and walked slowly around the entire house (with her home health aide beside her “to assure safety”). One week later, the wheelchair ramp was removed from the front of her house. A few days after that, she was unable to find a suitable dancing partner at a small senior citizens’ party because no one could keep up with her!

The following day, St Charles “treated” me to a “coincidence.”

My taxi cab company was so busy that they couldn’t take me to my eye doctor’s office for an appointment. So I asked a friend for a ride instead. She couldn’t help me because she was about to leave to see her new dermatologist. But then she added, just out of curiosity, where is your eye doctor located? When I told her, she replied, “I don’t believe this. That’s just on the next block from my new dermatologist!”

My home health aide, a truly remarkable woman, was standing beside me. She was cognizant of this entire conversation. She said (in reference to St. Charles), “He really likes you!

Now I would like to tell you a little about my home health aide, Vanessa. Originally, she was employed as a high school teacher in Poland. That position is, more or less, the equivalent of a college professor in the USA. She was recommended by a fellow physician who said, “What an interesting coincidence (there’s that word again). You asked me about a home health aide. And I happen to know one who is ‘between patients.’ A few days from now, I’m sure that she will be working for someone else. You are in luck. This lady is both extremely competent and equally trustworthy!” I hired her immediately, and she provided me with six years of outstanding service.

However, she was now at an age when she wanted to return (retire) to Poland to spend time with her grandchildren. And, despite an intensive effort, she told me that she could not find anyone whom she could trust with caring for me. So I told her that we would ask St. Charles for assistance. She was familiar with the proper procedure. She made careful note of the date and time. At this point, we had absolutely no hope of finding anyone. So that anything which happened from this point onwards, we must attribute to the Saint’s intercession. I am very particular in that I always want the Saint to receive full credit for what He does.

St. Charles understands that I am merely a human doctor, and, as such, I must live within what has often been referred to as the “constraints of space and time.” Therefore, He often (but not invariably) responds to a request within 24-48 hours if only just to let me know that He is aware of the problem.

About 18 months ago, two of my friends asked me to request St. Charles’ help for

their granddaughter, a middle aged resident of California, who had a very severe case of bipolar depression, was on multiple medications, cared for by various psychiatrists, was going from “bad to worse”, etc. I did as they suggested. Later they informed me that, on the day following my request to St. Charles, this patient’s depression vanished completely (and, since then, she has received no more psychiatric treatment or medications of any kind).

On the day after I asked St. Charles to help us find a new home health aide, Vanessa received a call from the granddaughter’s father (?coincidence) with a suggestion for a possible replacement. She pursued this tip and discovered that the new lady, Grace, was indeed a consummate professional, a very good home health aide, a good driver (she drove her previous employer around Manhattan regularly), a good cook, and she even possessed nurse credentials–(since I am a doctor, is this another “coincidence?”).

Unfortunately, Grace’s previous employer had died recently. In fact, he had been so impressed with her as a caregiver that he made some provisions for her in his will. And she was currently looking for a new job!

An older priest sought St. Charles’ assistance because of recurrent episodes of cardiac extra-systoles (“skipped heartbeats”). There was no history of cardiac decompensation (congestive heart failure). I explained to him that God and St. Charles, in my experience, do not provide additional support (including miracles, which are rare) when they have already given one the necessary therapeutic options. More specifically, as it applies in this case, many cardiologists have reported successful results using, for example, ablation procedures to correct arrhythmias (abnormal heart rhythms) when medication therapy fails. (In simple terms, this refers to a minimally invasive surgical approach which involves electrostatic “burning” of a tiny area in the heart where the abnormal heartbeats originate.)

At any rate, the patient did experience some decrease in symptoms—intermittently– over the course of the next year. Then he decided to go the more definitive route. He came to NYC where a doctor friend of mine, one of the best cardiologists in our city, did the ablation procedure. The priest’s heart reverted immediately to normal sinus rhythm. He has been very satisfied with the results.

An elderly lady consulted me because she was becoming depressed due to a multiplicity of health issues involving her and her family. Both she and her middle-aged son had recently been diagnosed with cancer of the neck. Moreover, the son had a history of chronic renal disease which dated back to his birth. He had been treated with peritoneal dialysis followed by hemodialysis (artificial kidney). Three years ago, his wife donated a kidney to him. Now the son had developed a rejection reaction to the transplanted kidney. He refused offers of kidney donations from all four of his own children.

As she related her story, I made a mental note of about 6-8 items which she had mentioned “in passing.” I told her to write down these items, and I advised her to write those same items down each morning. They would serve as a reminder to her that the “glass” of her life was not merely half empty; it was, in fact, half full. In other words, she, no doubt, had significant problems, but she also had some wonderful, positive “blessings” for which to be grateful. I told her that there are people in the world who would sacrifice almost anything just to obtain any two or three of those advantages. And she now realized that! She seemed to “brighten” immediately.

I informed her that I would ask St. Charles to watch over her carefully so that no further harm occurs to her or any family member. About a week later, one of her close friends contacted me and said that the lady in question had been hospitalized for a very brief stay.

When my patient returned home with her shopping one day (just prior to her hospitalization), the elevator operator in her building noticed that she was limping (even though she, herself, was unaware of this). He sat her down while he brought her purchases up to her apartment. Then he went back downstairs and called an ambulance. Diagnostic studies at the hospital confirmed that she was in the “early stage of a stroke,”

They administered intravenous anticoagulant medication and succeeded in blocking the stroke from occurring! She was discharged a few days later with no residual difficulties.

This morning I sent a monetary contribution to the Passionist Missionaries in response to a request which I received in the mail. About one-two hours later (? coincidentally) I got a telephone call from a doctor friend with a remarkable story.

This doctor’s relative, an older gentleman with cardio-pulmonary (heart-lung) symptoms, was recently investigated and found to have significant bi-valvular heart disease. In simple terms, he had extensive calcium deposits in both left sided heart valves; that is, the aortic and mitral valves. He was scheduled for cardiac surgery.

On the night immediately prior to the surgery, the doctor (his relative) anointed the patient with St. Charles’ holy oil and they both asked for St. Charles’ blessing.

On the following morning the attending cardiac surgeons canceled the surgical procedure because there was no need for it! The calcium deposits had vanished; the valves now appeared to be normal!

PS Since the historian in this case is a doctor, I will try my best to obtain any/all the information I can from him. As usual, any conclusion must remain a tentative one until all the facts are in my possession.

About 8-9 years ago, an older gentleman and his wife moved into a house in my neighborhood. Two or three days later, his wife (who had become friends with my sister) asked me to see him because “he wasn’t feeling well.” He only complained of a slight vague back pain, but he looked sick; that is, he had the look which doctors usually associate with an acutely ill person. The patient had no prior history of a heart murmur. However, careful examination of the chest with a stethoscope revealed a very faint, barely audible (difficult to hear), but quite definite heart murmur.

My world famous professor of cardiology at Georgetown University Medical School, W. Proctor Harvey, had spent a lot of time teaching us how to listen for, and appreciate the significance of, this cardiac murmur. He said, “Only one or two of you may encounter this murmur, but I don’t want you to miss it! I am preparing you to be ‘doctors of doctors’!”

Heart attacks are unfortunately common. However, it is rare (occurs in less than 1% of all cases) for a heart attack to be so severe that the patient develops a vsd (ventricular septal defect), a small hole between the lower two chambers of the heart. And most of these patients die immediately.

I accompanied the patient to the hospital (in case he had cardiac arrest along the way). I also wanted to make certain that he was admitted (since I knew that EKG changes in this rare disorder are sometimes slow to evolve). The emergency room physician was unable to hear the murmur, and the initial EKG was unremarkable. So I was careful to explain what I thought was wrong with my patient and why.

Fortunately, the admitting doctor approved the admission (but I had been ready to discuss the matter with the Director of Medicine and/or the Hospital Administrator if the necessity arose). Soon afterwards, the cardiac enzyme studies were elevated (which confirmed the diagnosis of heart attack). The EKG showed classical changes (heart attack-acute myocardial infarction) on the morning after his admission. And later the cardiac angiogram displayed the ventricular septal defect.

When the patient’s condition was stable, I had him transferred to the care of the director of cardiac surgery at one of the major medical centers in New York City. At that time, this was the only cardiac surgeon that I knew who used an “artificial” substance to patch the defect. This made the procedure more difficult for the surgeon, but it was durable; that is, once the procedure was done, the patch lasted! The “natural” patch was easier for the surgeon to work with. However, sometimes it broke down and the patient died after surgery. My patient did very well; he was still alive many years later.

Currently, the same patient complained of an acute onset of severe low back pain. He has a past history of lumbar spine surgery for discogenic (“slipped disc”) disease. He was recently seen by a specialist in rehabilitation medicine. MRI of the back revealed evidence of a herniated disc. He was treated with local application of heat, a course of oral steroids, and maximal narcotic analgesic (pain killing) drugs without much relief. Nerve conduction studies were done. Physical therapy did not help to decrease the pain.

His wife gave me some aloe solution recently. (She said that she purchased two bottles, but she only needed one). This reminded me (? coincidence) that some dermatologists now recommend using topical aloe in certain conditions (like eczema, for example). When a disease becomes “steroid resistant,” preliminary treatment of the skin with aloe often brings back the “magic” therapeutic efficacy when steroids are later resumed. So I advised the wife/patient to do the same for her husband’s back before the intrathecal (spinal) steroid injection was given. If this injection does not relieve the pain, spinal surgery is pending.

I also asked St. Charles to bless this patient. I asked Him to provide enough pain relief to avoid at least immediate surgical intervention. After all, how long can anyone endure almost constant, moderately severe pain? And how would this affect his underlying heart disease?

About an hour or two after I finished writing the above, I received a phone call from the patient’s wife. She was aware of the fact that most of the effect of the spinal steroid injection (which was administered earlier today) takes longer to appear. But the pain had already subsided a great deal. (And it continued to decrease further the next day).

So, in summary, what transpired here? I think that St. Charles was responsible for making this man, with the heart murmur, a neighbor of mine. He supported my efforts, as a doctor, to provide appropriate care for this patient. And, finally, he acted directly to alleviate his pain (for which I had prayed).

We have here either a simple, yet elegant tapestry of serendipity, woven, as it were, by St. Charles, or a meaningless series of isolated, random coincidences. What do you think?
PS The nature of this patient’s illness is such that I do expect him to require surgical intervention eventually. If so, I already helped him find one or two of the very best spinal surgeons available so that we can establish an excellent plan of care for him.

Perhaps some of you may recall the event in which St. Charles “protected” my internist friend from the threat (possibility) of a massive heart attack. I would like to direct your attention to the doctor who provided me with information on that case; that is, the same doctor whose relative St. Charles helped with her stroke.

I was recently informed that this physician was “very sick with Covid-19 virus infection and not expected to recover!” Naturally, I immediately requested St. Charles’ assistance for him. (And I kept up the pressure on St. Charles if only to emphasize how important—any life—but especially a good doctor’s life— is to all of us during the current pandemic). I received a message from an “eye witness” that the doctor was elated to hear that the Saint was on his side. Sometime after that, he was well enough to return to his office—not to practice medicine yet—but to get acquainted with his patients again.

A very bright young boy (who had been adopted) presented with what at first was presumably aplastic anemia (deficiency of red blood cell production). The disorder then progressed into pancytopenia (deficiency of red blood cells, white blood cells and blood platelets). This is a serious disease with many possible etiologies (causes), but about 50% of cases are idiopathic (no specific cause can be determined). This boy, however, had spent some time during his early childhood in close proximity to the North Korean border. So the possibility of exposure to radiation had to at least be considered in the differential diagnosis (that is, distinguishing among the various possible causes).

The family member who provided the medical information to me was very astute; she even had notes with some of the medical terminology. From her description I was confident that this child was under the care of a very experienced, very capable pediatric hematology/oncology (blood/cancer) team of physicians associated with a world class medical school in NYC. For example, their diagnostic studies were very comprehensive (even genetic tests were done to help rule in/out possible radiation damage to the blood forming organs). They knew precisely when to treat, and when not to treat, this condition and what drugs/transfusion therapy to use (all in accord with the latest recommendations).

I asked St. Charles to bless this child and to provide the best possible outcome for him. I know that St. Charles does not need assistance in what He does, but I also wanted special prayers and Masses from the Passionist Monastery for this patient. I prayed to Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal. And I asked a priest who works in the Vatican to request a prayer by Pope Francis. (It doesn’t hurt to have some additional support, especially when a child’s life/welfare may be involved!)

The last report I received from the family was some time ago, and that’s very good because he was then in remission!
PS I have no idea who or what was responsible for the remission in this case. I just hope and pray that it persists. And I know that St. Charles is watching over this boy!

While discussing the concept of certitude, the Nobel Prize winning physicist, Richard Feynman, made the comment, “ I’m merely more sure of some things and less sure of other things.” He was careful to avoid the same mistake as an ancient philosopher who stated, “You cannot be sure of anything. You must doubt everything!” Someone asked him, “Are you sure of that?” He responded, “Yes. I am!”

In the series of events which I have presented to you, St. Charles answered almost all my prayers to my (and I hope your) satisfaction in a very short space of time. So you, the reader, must decide whether these are just random incidents or, more likely, cause and effect.

Furthermore, now I must, in all honesty, tell you about my only “failure” with St. Charles. A nineteen year old young lady was born (the disease was in her genes) with a terrible form of cancer which, fortunately, is very rare (only very few cases per year are reported in the United States). She was kept alive for many years by an excellent group of oncologists (cancer specialists) with various treatments, primarily chemotherapy. When I was asked for St. Charles’ help, the cancer no longer responded to treatments and had already spread to her bones, lungs, surrounding the heart, etc. She had no more resistance to infection. She was about to die from pneumonia. The pneumonia cleared quickly following St. Charles’ intercession. She was given narcotics to self-administer for pain. She lived one whole year with very little pain. And, despite all odds, she received top scores on all her college examinations and made the coveted Dean’s List. One night she died peacefully in her sleep.

I do not consider this patient’s demise a true “failure” with respect to my association with St. Charles. I certainly would have liked her to live what we mortals consider a “full” life. However, since God created her with a genetically determined fatal disease, there was little or no chance that this would happen. God, unlike man, does not “change His mind.”

In the interest of patient/family confidentiality I cannot disclose some of the details of her personal life. But, from what little I know, it was obvious that (to borrow a phrase from former President John F. Kennedy) she was indeed a “Profile in Courage!” In other words, she was not simply courageous; she was courage personifide!

Someone (I could not find the author) once said, “Not many people can hold up the world. Those who can, do!” This young lady radiated beneficence. She was constantly helping all those around her (including people and her dog, for example). And she did this despite a painful, fatal (and sometimes disfiguring) disease and chemotherapy (with all its potential side effects) from the day she was born! How is it that a few people can do great things with nothing while others cannot do anything with everything? This girl, not only held up her little corner of the world, she also occasionally held up a few other corners as well!

She was described (by her associates) as “One who is everything good in the world and just doesn’t know it. She is beautiful inside and out. She cares deeply for her family and friends and always puts them ahead of herself. And she pursued her goals with sheer determination. She was indestructible (as if she were composed of metal) in mind and spirit!”

Perhaps God took her away from us so soon because she was too beautiful to leave here any longer? He may have let her live just long enough to set the “standard” or “example” for what we should be like. If so, how many of us will even come close?

About 3 weeks ago, I experienced an acute (sudden) episode of severe dyspnea (shortness of breath). I found myself actually gasping for air, but without any other associated cardio-pulmonary (heart/lung) symptoms; that is, for example, no chest pressure or chest pain, no cough, no wheezing, etc. I immediately contacted my own personal physician, and we briefly discussed various possible causes.

I instituted treatment for the most common (most likely) ones, but nothing worked. An hour later, I was still intermittently gasping for breath.

At this point, I said a quick prayer to St. Charles. I suggested someone He might wish to replace me, at least until He could find a permanent “associate.” At that moment, my respiration became normal again!

Subsequently, I was completely symptom free. However, I had too many unanswered questions about my recent ordeal. So I made an appointment to see a doctor friend, one of the best cardiologists at a world class medical center in NYC.

When he had completed his investigation of my condition, he provided me with an analysis of what had occurred. In brief (easy to understand) terms, my lungs had temporarily partially filled with fluid, and then the situation had resolved itself—

instantly, completely, spontaneously; that is, without any residual symptoms, physical findings or abnormalities in the electrocardiogram. In other words, he said, “You can thank St. Charles for this!”

I told him briefly about my work with St. Charles and how the Saint sometimes uses “coincidences” for various reasons. And I mentioned that St. Charles’ feast day was January 5th. To that he replied, “I’m going to start praying to St. Charles myself since my birthday is January 5th!” He then scheduled me for an echocardiogram to be done in a few days and a follow up appointment to see him in three months.

A well trained operating room nurse, who also assists a plastic surgeon with office procedures, presented with acute onset of low back pain. Symptomatic measures provided relief from low back pain. MRI revealed a synovial cyst of the lumbar spine. [In the interest of brevity, and to avoid technical medical terms, I will present the sequence of events/issues which followed in a very telescoped (shortened) fashion].

However, soon afterwards, symptoms returned “with a vengeance.” She experienced a marked degree of pain in association with pronounced disability. She was barely capable of walking. All the usual therapeutic modalities accorded little, if any, benefit. Followup MRI revealed a herniated nucleus pulposus. In other words, a “slipped disc” was now an additional cause of pain (besides the previously noted cyst). Despite the potential risk involved, the attending neurosurgeon (and his team of experts) could offer no alternative but spinal surgery (laminectomy with spinal fusion).

At this point, a doctor friend of mine, advised the patient (the nurse), his niece, to pray to St. Charles for assistance. And he mailed her a vial of St. Charles’ holy oil. They both asked for St. Charles’ blessings.

The patent’s symptoms (severe pain & inability to walk properly) diminished with St. Charles’ intervention. On or about the day of the proposed surgery, the neurosurgeon canceled the scheduled procedure. The nurse was totally asymptomatic. She was free of pain and able to walk even in her high heel shoes!

The second visit to see my cardiologist was gratifying in that he concluded that I was doing well and could now wait to see him in six months (instead of three months). However, he said that the results of my echocardiogram were very interesting. (In fact, he had been unsuccessful in numerous attempts to contact me to discuss this sooner). In plain English, easy to understand terms, the following is a summary of his statement.

Our hearts pump (systole) and relax (diastole). My heart was strong during systole (has a good “ejection fraction”), but there was a weakness evident in diastole.

We have numerous cardiac medications to augment (better) the heart’s performance during systole, but we have no medications to treat abnormal cardiac events which occur during diastole. My previously described acute episode of shortness of breath (associated with fluid accumulation in the lungs) was a cardiac diastolic event.

The echocardiogram served to add substantiation (medical documentation, evidence, as it were) as to the nature of this event. But modern medical science cannot explain why or how this episode suddenly vanished completely without leaving any so-called “footprints” (clinical traces of cardiac disability). In other words, a potentially life threatening disorder disappeared in a fraction of a second. And it did so without human intervention and without leaving any indication of where it came from;that is, no symptoms or abnormal findings on physical examination.

I will report the following patient’s story in a slightly different fashion from the rest. This will serve to illustrate the “step-wise” method which I generally employ to assist people through my prayers. Please remember, however, that, in my opinion, it is not who prays or how he prays that gets results. The thoughts behind the prayer, the sincerity of he who prays, is the significant factor. Prayers should be generated in the mind, but they should originate (come from) the heart!

I received the following email message (edited slightly to maintain patient confidentiality):

“One of my office staff is about 50 years old and the fervently Catholic mother of six children. On Sunday evening, she suffered a stroke and needed to be rushed to the hospital. Early on we were told by the family that she was left partially paralyzed. Today I received word she is being sent home.

At this time, I do not know the full extent of the medical implications of having this stroke. But with six children and a household to care for with her husband, I don’t imagine this is going to be an easy time for them. I ask you to bring her situation before Father Charles when, and in a way, suitable to this type of concern.”

The following is, in essence, my response:
“Thank you for contacting me. I’m sorry to hear about this lady. However, you did the right thing in requesting my help. Although I emphasize to the public that “no middleman” is necessary (that is, St. Charles will help anyone who wants His assistance), He seems to have been especially generous with me. So I never refuse to add my prayers for His intervention to that of the person (you, for example) who would like me to do so.

Since I have no clinical information about her condition (don’t worry; the Saint already has it!) I must assume (from my standpoint) that she is “seriously ill.” Therefore, I added her to my “top level” list for maximum support (as He sees fit). And, from time to time, I remind the Saint (the reminders are for me, not for Him). Please let me know if there is any significant change (for better or worse) in her condition. It will help me to be more specific in my prayers. This is a dynamic, not a static, process. And it can get very complicated, but I’m sure that you understand the general idea. And please remember that Father Charles has done some of His finest work when “nothing seems to happen!”

In his next message, he thanked me for the successful outcome with St. Charles’ support. This is important. Saints should be given credit for what they do for us. Their help should not be taken for granted. And he provided me with a clinical update on the patient:

“ Here’s the update: Her stroke affected her left arm and leg.
She came home late Monday night. (8 days after hospitalization)
She is napping frequently and feeling better.
Her vision is slowly improving.
A Physical Therapist is coming this afternoon (Wednesday).
It is probably an automatic protocol.
She is walking and has use of her left arm.
She actually has use of both arms and legs now. “

My response:
Thanks for the update. I will continue with my prayers as I mentioned earlier. I also added you/your family to my prayer list. Please rest assured that whenever St. Charles is asked for His intervention (blessing), He watches over that person for the rest of his lifetime!

An elderly lady (the wife of one of my closest doctor friends) was being followed by an eminently capable cardiologist for atherosclerotic cardiovascular disease with valvular involvement (which had required surgical intervention) and elements of both right and left sided congestive heart failure. She had even been seen by a specialist in right sided heart failure (about which we know very little today).

Subsequently she developed malaise (felt sick), generalized muscular aches and pains, anorexia (loss of appetite) and a migratory polyarthritis (treated with local administration of steroids by orthopedic physicians). During this time she lost about 35 pounds in body weight.

Full investigation by a gastroenterologist revealed no pathology (no ulcers or cancer, etc) but only some slight functional (motility) problems of no clinical significance.

Progressive debilitation (weakness) and sudden onset of anemia precipitated hospitalization. Despite the anemia, the gastrointestinal consultant found no indication of blood loss via the intestinal tract. Moreover, extensive studies (including upper and lower gastrointestinal endoscopy, cat scans, MRI, etc) revealed no evidence of ulceration or cancer anywhere (both inside and outside the intestinal tract).

Seven polyps were found in the colon, only two of which revealed early premalignant changes. The gastroenterologist did not feel that that these changes posed a threat to this patient in this clinical setting.

Bone marrow examination by the hematologist failed to reveal any indication of either primary (malignant blood diseases like, for example, leukemia) or secondary (metastasis from cancer cells elsewhere) involvement. The findings were “non- specific.”

Despite the absence of fever or leukocytosis (white blood cell count elevated), serial blood cultures demonstrated the presence of Streptococcus bovis. This organism has a strong association with colorectal cancer. The cancer can occur


concomitantly with the bacterial infection or, as in some cases, even many years later. So these patients must be followed carefully with respect to this possible consequence.

Clinically this old lady was doing poorly. The prognosis was bleak; she might not survive this hospital stay.

At this point, I asked St. Charles for a favor. The details are personal, but suffice it to say I requested “a little more comfortable time outside the hospital” for her. I gave Him several reasons why He should do this, and I could think of no reason why He should not.

The next day I received a call from my doctor friend, this patient’s husband. He wanted to thank St. Charles for His support. He also wanted me to thank Fr. Victor, Brother Angelo (and any other priests from the Passionist monastery) who said Masses and/or prayed for his wife.

He said that early yesterday his wife’s condition suddenly changed for the better. She regained her appetite, started eating, was more responsive and related well to those around her. In short, she was doing so well that her doctors decided to discharge her with intravenous antibiotics (for her bloodstream infection) to be administered by a nurse who will visit the patient at home daily! And he, of course, as a doctor, could monitor her carefully and inform the attending physician of any significant changes!

The question remains, however, what about the colon cancer which is often intimately associated with this bacterial organism, Streptococcus bovis? Where is it? Is it “hidden” for the moment, only to appear in the near future? Or will she be so fortunate that it never occurs? I cannot answer this question, but St. Charles can!

“Nullum magnum ingenume sine mixture dementia fait.”

“There is no great wisdom without an element of madness.”

I would like to say a few words about miracles, but a detailed analysis regarding the nature of miracles (that is, how miracles work) is completely beyond the scope of my writing.

A miracle for our purposes can be defined as an event that appears inexplicable by the laws of nature and so is held to be supernatural in origin or an act of God.

Most theologians believe that God is the only one who can perform miracles. Since a miracle often involves some “tampering with” or “adjustment of” one or more of the natural laws that govern the universe, only the Creator has the knowledge/capability to execute a miracle while all the laws remain in perfect synchrony with one another.

Only a few saints were commonly associated with miracles during the course of their lifetimes. Prominent among these were St. Charles of Mt. Argus, Padre Pio and St. Philip. Padre Pio was speaking quite accurately when He reminded people that He did not cause miracles or cure people of their illnesses. He said that He just blessed them (and God was responsible for the rest).

Well documented miracles are rare and fortunately not necessary to resolve everyday problems (for example, passing examinations, getting a good job, finding the right mate, etc).

Saints were primarily created so that they could help us with anything! There is probably more power in the mind/capabilities of a single saint than there is in the entire physical universe. And it only requires a few brief thoughts (we call them prayers) to contact a superb intelligence.

In my case, first St. Charles cured me (through God’s miracle). Then God permitted me to share, in a very, very limited way, His phenomenal ability to heal the sick. He merely tells a disease to go away, and the disease has absolutely no choice but to obey! Do you know of any human doctor who can do this?

As much as I dislike reiteration, I feel that it is mandatory here. St. Charles (as well as other saints) are ready and willing to help you, but only you can start that process. Don’t hesitate. Ask early. Ask often (it costs no money). Ask now. And ask for other people and your loved ones as well, especially those who cannot or will not pray for themselves! (God or the saints will reward you for this. And He may even decide to indicate it to you by way of a “coincidence” or two.)


On Sunday, December 29, 2019 at 2:15PM, Father Victor Hoagland offered the monthly healing Mass (dedicated to St. Charles) at the Passionist Monastery in Jamaica, NY.

In view of my work with this Saint, I had been asked to say a few words. Since St. Charles’ feast day was only one week away (January 5, 2020), I decided to focus on His most outstanding miracle, the one that “put Him over the top”, so to speak, the one which won the Vatican’s endorsement for sainthood.

I did not rely on that which I already knew about this miracle. I performed an exhaustive search for any/all information available on this subject. And I discovered something rather remarkable which- I verified to the best of my ability- was apparently unnoticed until now. I will present the facts, almost word for word, to you. You can decide for yourselves as to the ultimate significance of this material.

In 1999 a 72 year old man was found, barely conscious, and was taken to a hospital emergency room in a small town in the Netherlands (St. Charles’ birth place). The patient was found to have acute appendicitis, which had ruptured two days previously, resulting in peritonitis. The intestines were porous. The toxicity was profound. Infection was rampant. The odor was terrible. The doctors left the wound open for treatment, but they informed the family that there was no hope. The old man went into a brief period of semi-coma, but he reawakened suddenly, and, a week later he was totally cured. The doctors were amazed. His intestinal tract had healed spontaneously (naturally). There was no sign of infection of any kind at this point in time!

The doctors kept the wound open for treatment for another seven months.

I realize that a doctor’s job is not an easy one, and, as such, I try very hard to refrain from criticizing other physicians (especially if they are not available to defend themselves). But doctors are human. Their work is often complicated. We all make mistakes. I (and some other physicians like me) did medical quality assurance (QA) work. A big part of my job was to find and correct doctors/nurses’ errors and improve quality of care.

My problem with the case in question is simply this. Leaving wounds open to treat infection is common good general practice. Leaving a wound open a little longer, to be on the safe side, is also understandable. But I have asked the opinions of other doctors (especially surgeons) and it is very difficult to justify why anyone would leave a perfectly clean wound (with absolutely no sign of infection) open for seven months.

The skin is a major barrier against infection. The most amazing feature in the story of this man’s miraculous recovery is not the initial recovery itself (although the Vatican was right on target when they called this a miracle). I’m surprised that this patient had no recurrence of infection, or (to be more nearly precise) no new episodes of peritonitis because of the surgical wound which was left open for such a long period of time (with no apparent rationale).

In fact, under the circumstances, I would like to offer a proposition. I think that the only good reason why this patient survived in the long run was that St. Charles protected him, not only from the peritonitis, but also from the doctors’ “inappropriate care”! And I propose further that St. Charles’ second miracle was, in a sense, even greater than the first!

Today is January 5, 2020, the coincidental day on which we celebrate the Epiphany and St. Charles’ of Mt Argus Feast Day.

About 4:00 AM I awakened with extremely severe pain in my left groin . The pain was associated with an inability to move my left leg (even the slightest amount) without increasing the pain. I struggled with this condition for an hour. Finally, I was able to reach a telephone and call for assistance. It was only then that I realized that this was St. Charles’ Feast Day. Without further thought I shouted, “Are you crazy? Why did you send me this on your special day? Is that nice?” The pain and relative immobility stopped immediately and never recurred!

Later in the morning, I met an older woman, a good friend of mine who has severe arthritis. As she told me the following story, I recalled that I had recently asked St. Charles to look after her.

She just returned from visiting her sister in Connecticut. One day she was in the passenger seat of a car which her sister was driving on a major highway. Suddenly her sister lost consciousness and collapsed against the steering wheel. The airbags deployed. She then became aware that they were now riding in the wrong lane of the highway;that is, they were riding against the traffic! For a moment, she was certain that she and her sister were going to die!

The next thing she remembered was that she was being dragged out of a smoking car by a “good samaritan,” who also brought her sister to safety, and then abruptly left the scene.

It’s easy to “connect the dots” in a story once you see the entire picture. In retrospect, I was now able to appreciate the significance of what occurred to me earlier today. St. Charles had sent me a brief, but painful, “wake up call” at 4 AM. He said, “Keep your eyes and ears open for what happens next. This was not a random act. I was responsible for this.” Later I met the lady who related her amazing escape from a deadly car collision experience. And this was the same lady whom I had previously asked St Charles to “watch over/protect.” He wanted me to know that he was doing exactly what I requested!

In the early evening I received confirmation that my cousin, who is currently hospitalized with pneumonia and pleural effusion (fluid around the lung), had stage four (very advanced) lung cancer. Since she and I have had one miracle each (through St. Charles’ intercession), I don’t think that it would be appropriate to ask for another. She did not suffer (that is, she had relatively mild symptoms despite the nature of the diagnosis) and died in her sleep at home a short time later.

One final thought. Don’t look for God or one of His saints (like St. Charles, for example) in the heavens above. You will find yourself staring forever, as it were, into infinity. The heavens are a sign of His power.

Focus instead on the “commonplace” everyday people, places and things immediately around you. This is where God and His saints reside. The distance factor here is infinitesimal (that is, extremely tiny, practically non-existent). The Lord and His saints want to stay as close to you as possible. That’s a sign of their love!

And please remember, as I mentioned in my “Introduction”, St. Charles is ready and willing to respond to your requests just as He did with mine. In fact, He looks forward to hearing from you. I repeat (because it is vital that you bear this in mind), “no middleman is necessary!” My entire purpose was to “introduce” you to Him. I believe that I have fulfilled that purpose. The only difference was that I asked Him to help people like you. Now you know Whom (St. Charles) and how (simple prayers) to ask for yourselves.

For recommended reading, I’m only going to suggest one book and one small booklet.

The book is the official biography of St. Charles in which I started my journey through St. Charles’ lifetime. It is entitled “To Heal the Broken Hearted, the Life of Saint Charles of Mount Argus.” The author is Paul Francis Spencer CP. This distinguished writer truly mastered his subject; he almost becomes one with the Saint as he describes the major events in His life. My work “grew” out of Fr. Spencer’s depiction; he inspired me! The publisher is Ovada Books in Glasgow.

The booklet is “Companion in Illness”, edited by Fr.Victor Hoagland CP, and put out by Catholic Book Publishing Corp. New Jersey. It combines the wisdom of Scripture with some beautiful images in an effort to provide strength to those who must endure illness.

Fr. Victor presents this material with his own God given “magic,” a feature of his personality which attracts so many people to his healing Masses at the Passionist Monastery, Jamaica, NY. For example, when Fr. Victor relates a gospel story, he tells it with a degree of enthusiasm as if he just heard that story from the Lord Himself a few minutes ago! (And, in my opinion, that degree of enthusiasm, especially in an older individual, is the mark of a top professional in his or her field!)

©2020 Vincent J. Rizzuto, MD, FACP All rights reserved.

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