From Mme Martin to Mme Guérin CF 181- January 5, 1877.

From Mme Martin to Mme Guérin

January 5, 1877

Your letter announcing your favorable balance sheet for the year gave me the greatest pleasure. I told you you’d succeed. It’s a small beginning, but later it will be quite different, you’ll soon see. Oh well, this good news cheered us all up, even my husband, who’s been so sad because of my health.

You’re going to see, in the enclosed letter, that Pauline is going to leave alone on Monday. I’m very upset about this because I’m convinced I’m not going to see my sister anymore. A moment ago I just received a telegram, and immediately I said, “My sister has died!” Pauline began to sob. I opened the telegram … it was an order for lace. Sadly, though, I think we’ll soon receive the announcement of her death.

I wrote to the Superior last Tuesday, and I sent the famous sweet cider that she wanted. Mademoiselle Pauline Romet went to the Visitation Monastery the next day to learn news of our dear patient. They told her that her condition had not changed.

The extern Sisters entered the enclosure on New Year’s Day, and they gave her their messages for Heaven. A good priest wrote to her asking that she obtain a favor for him, promising her nine Masses if it was granted.

Monsieur, Madame and Mademoiselle X, who have different ideas about the afterlife, laughed in the face of the good Sister who gave them these very details. They told me all this, saying that she must have taken them for heathens.

I forgot to tell you that I received the medicine. You’re going to a lot of trouble, my dear sister, and I’m truly very grateful to you for all your kindness. I’ll use it to make you happy. However, I don’t believe anything will be effective.

Please thank the ladies from the P family [Pigeon] for me, who commended me to Lourdes. In fact, I don’t count on anything anymore except the help of the good Mother! If she wants, she can cure me, she’s cured much sicker people.

However, I’m not convinced that she’ll cure me. After all, this very well may not be the will of God. Then we must resign ourselves, and, I assure you, that is what I’m doing.

I don’t understand my brother still wanting to take me to Paris. And why do it? I wouldn’t rely on what the doctors there would tell me; I only trust Doctor Notta. The day he considers an operation necessary, it will be decided at once. So let’s go on as we are and as cheerfully as possible. Now they’re less worried at home, and I’m trying harder than ever to keep it that way.

So I would really like us not to talk about all this anymore! What’s the point! We did everything we had to do, and let’s leave the rest in the hands of Providence. I’m going to have a good protector in Heaven in the person of my sister, and if I’m not cured, it’s because God will be firmly resolved to have me…


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