Holy Abbess, your blessing.

I wanted to thank St. Ephraim for the miracle which he worked for my husband. On October 18th 2001 my husband, 54 years old, suffered a heart attack. We brought him immediately to the hospital of K…When the doctors made the diagnosis, they said—it was Friday—that my husband wouldn’t pass the weekend, he would die. I was in the hospital, with my brother-in-law. Imagine that moment, the ground fell beneath my feet, I lost my whole world. I choked my pain and went into my husband’s room. He was in a terrible condition. Then, for an instant, my eye gazed upon an icon which was in the ICU. It was up high and I couldn’t reach it. I asked a girl to bring it down for me. I read: SAINT EPHRAIM. I took it in my arms and with tears in my eyes I said: “My Saint Ephraim, I don’t know who you are. It is the first time I’ve heard your name…” I entreated him with a lot of faith, me the sinner, to make my husband well.

After two hours, as I was in the hall crying so my husband wouldn’t understand anything, I see the doctor go again into my husband and after a short time come out again. As soon as he saw me crying, he said: “Why are you crying? I just saw your husband and he’s on the way up!”

My joy could not be described, because he was the one who said that my husband would die, for his heart was in very bad shape. Then I understood how St. Ephraim worked His miracle. From that day forward he started to recover, as the doctor said (without knowing that I entreated the Saint): “You should go light a big candle [in gratitude for your husband.]”

The evening of the same day, a woman came to see her brother who also had a heart attach. I saw her holding in her hands a book and I asked her what she was reading. She told me: “from St. Ephraim, do you want to read it?”. Then I understood how the Saint again sent me His message to get to know Him. “Tomorrow I will bring you holy oil to cross your husband with”, she said, as I related to her what had happened.

In ten days, my husband left the hospital. I glorified the Saint and told all my friends. Two months later, the doctors said that we should go to Athens for an angioplasty. I was in the hospital for eight to ten hours. It was the day before Christmas. In the waiting room a priest came to confess people. My husband—who had never gone to confession before—and I confessed. The next morning I woke up, and without knowing anything about Athens, I took a taxi to the monastery. I venerated and thanked the Saint, and I returned relieved.

After one year, my husband was found to have prostate cancer…We again traveled to Athens, but this time to the S. hospital. The doctors were afraid to do the surgery because of his heart. In the end he went to surgery with my signature (his chances were 50-50). The whole time I entreated Panagia and St. Ephraim. Everything went well. The surgery was a success. I thank the Saint.

(http://theorthodoxchurch.info/blog/articles/2010/06/st-ephraim-the-new-…)