O dear Mother of Perpetual Help, see how much I suffer from this sickness.
Together with the body, my soul is also afflicted.
I have not even strength to pray as I ought to do.
Nothing is able to give me any relief. Even the visits and compassion of my best friends do not give me any comfort.
My courage begins to fail; impatience and sadness oppress my soul.
In my great distress I put all my trust in you, most tender of all mothers.
Your compassionate heart will certainly have pity on me; yes, most merciful Mother, you will not forget your poor afflicted child.
If it is for the good of my soul, grant that I may recover my former health; but if it is the will of God that I should suffer still longer, or that this sickness should lead me to a better life, I am perfectly at peace, for I am sure that you, O loving Mother, will obtain for me the grace to do whatever God asks of me.