Hi, welcome to Mother of the Fiat, my name is Tami and I am glad you are here. ten years ago I received a diagnosis of gastric cancer. Cancer sent me a journey that would lead me through physical, emotional, and spiritual pain. It was a journey through hills and valleys and this journey led me to the Cross. I am a mother of seven children, wife of 25 yrs and a grandma of three grandbabies: “Truly Lord you have kept the best wine until now.”
My old life was forever over and I was on a journey I had never anticipated. Facing death, I had to let go of the past and place my children into the Immaculate Heart of the Blessed Virgin beseeching her to be a Mother to my children
Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you ~ Luke 11:9
Cancer is a lonely disease and changed the way I prayed. In prayer, I came face to face with the One who created me and loved me into being. God knew his little was scared and so He picked me up and held me close to His Heart. I was in His Divine presence and no matter what happened He was there to guide and protect me and my family
The Blessed Mother stood with me at the foot of the cross and it was She who showed me how to offer it up for souls, uniting all my suffering in union with the suffering of Jesus brought me much peace and joy.
St. Pope John Paul II said: Suffering is part of life and has meaning.
It is my hope that I can share my faith and journey with you dear reader. To prayer together and to support each other.
Each person’s journey is unique but you are never alone for Love lifts up the brokenhearted and there is no fear in love.
I would like to share a prayer with you attributed to St. Pope John XXIII, he too had gastric cancer
Every day I need you, Lord, but this day especially
I need some extra strength to face whatever is to be..This day more than any other day I need to feel You near, to fortify my courage, and to overcome my fear. By myself, I cannot meet the challenge of the hour. There are times when human creatures need a higher Power to help them bear what must be borne. and so, dear Lord, I pray, that you will hold on to my trembling hand and be with me today.
My prognosis was not good making me face my own death. I am a Catholic and my faith is my life, I cling to it. At this moment I knew that only God my father could save me. In my prayer, I asked the Blessed Mother to teach me how to suffer and to let go. I asked her to be a mother to my children now, to watch over them, love them and protect them.
Oh night that was my guide! Oh darkness dearer than the morings pride, Oh night that joined the lover to the beloved bride transfiguring them each into the other. ~ St John of the Cross~