Tom is an atheist... suffering in agony
from metastasized prostate cancer. He has been
unable to urinate or release solid waste.
His Catholic sister told him there is a saint
for every situation. Partly as a joke, partly in
desperation, he prayed to a saint whose name he coined: St. Excretia.
In the morning for the first time in a month he was able to
pass waste.
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