Oh! Blood! I saw the blood! But it was not mine, or my eyes! It was in my hands. It had never happened before. And this time, I swear. I cried tears of blood and brought the crowds, who in their small faith, sought an object of greater proof that something exists, they bring the grace and tranquility, even though, in most cases, these 'seekers', false to you same, but my tears were not with that intent. It was still a woman of flesh and blood, ie, I was alive, and like all women of my age, or at least most, who had a macho husband, I suffered a lot. After I died, I conducted a series of miracles and was beatified and canonized.