Blessed Benedetta Bianchi Porro was born in Dovadola, Italy, in 1936. She grew up in a devout family with five siblings, was a happy, beautiful child, loved reading, and was an outstanding student in school. But she also repeatedly suffered from health problems.
Almost immediately after Benedetta's birth, her mother baptized
her with water from Lourdes because she was so worried about the newborn's
health. Only three months later, Benedetta contracted polio. Although she
survived the potentially fatal disease, Benedetta suffered long-term side
effects. One of her legs never grew as long as the other, and she was forced to
wear a medical brace on her torso to support her curved spine. She was thirteen
years old when she could no longer hear the teacher's questions in school and
realized that she was losing her hearing.
At the age of seventeen, Benedetta started college. She quickly
discovered a love for the field of medicine. Believing the care of the sick to
be her life's vocation, she threw herself into her studies.
She was an excellent student, but it wasn't easy for her to
persevere. On one occasion, a professor yelled at her in front of the entire
class, angrily insisting that a deaf woman could never be a doctor. Benedetta
responded to him with patience and charity—and she learned to lip-read.
Although medical treatments and hospital stays periodically interrupted her
classwork, she aced her exams when she recovered.
With the help of her medical training, Benedetta realized that
she had a rare condition called Von Recklinghausen's disease. The tumors which
were growing in her nervous system had caused her deafness, and permanent
blindness and paralysis could be expected as the disease progressed. Today,
cancer treatments and other procedures are available for sufferers of Von
Recklinghausen's disease, but surgery to remove the tumors was the only option
at the time.
Multiple head surgeries were performed on Benedetta, but they
only slowed the progression of the disease. One of the surgeries even
dramatically worsened her condition when a surgeon accidentally cut a nerve,
which left her paralyzed on one side of her face. But instead of anger,
bitterness, and rebellion over all the things she could no longer do, she
turned to God for help.
From the time she was small, Benedetta had tried to see her
Heavenly Father's love for her in the good times and bad. She was comforted by
the presence of Jesus Christ in the Eucharist. She sought the wisdom of the
Holy Spirit as she made decisions about her medical care. As her sufferings
increased, she drew closer to Christ on the Cross and drew strength from Him.
Benedetta traveled to Lourdes on two occasions and prayed for
healing. When the woman in the bed next to her at Lourdes was miraculously
cured, Benedetta heroically tried to accept the gift of being a witness that
woman's cure but without envy or disappointment that her own condition was
unchanged.
The night before Benedetta died, she thought the end was near
and told her nurse that she was hoping for a sign from God. On the morning of
January 23, 1964, her mother happened to tell her that a white rose had opened
in the family garden, a surprising event for January. Benedetta recognized the
rose as a sign from a dream she had had a few months ago. She died that very
day.
Benedetta's life, like that of other holy men and women who
faced lifelong health problems, reminds us that freedom from pain in this life
is impossible. Granted, we can and should as a culture seek morally licit ways
to help those with disabilities, particularly through science, medicine, and
technology. But we can also, through ordinary acts of compassion, genuine
friendship, and the gift of our time, help those who are suffering.
More importantly, just as our Lord showed us the power of His
redemptive suffering on the Cross, so we can follow His example when we are
enduring severe pain, are misunderstood by others, or are forced to set aside
our dreams. Rather than turning to despair, we can turn to God, who is always
closest to us when we are suffering like His Son. In so doing, we will make our
lives as holy as that of Blessed Benedetta Bianchi Porro, whose soul was made
beautiful by God's grace in her sufferings.
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