For eight long years I searched for health, and found it not. Each and every physician told me the same story, viz: that I was diseased in every organ, and when free from pain ought to be satisfied, for I could never be strong; but none of them could even free me from the pain. Useless and miserable, I often wondered why God afflicted me so. I did believe in a God; but that was about all. I never tried to find out anything about Him. Did not like to read the Bible, and did not enjoy any kind of religious talk. This was my condition, morally and physically, when, — by the advice of a dear friend who had been healed in Christian Science, — I went to M— to be treated by a Scientist.
For the first three days I grew worse, and was more disgusted than ever; but I had just enough common sense to continue the treatments, and then rapidly improved. At the end of a week I returned home, cured of my worst troubles, and able to walk as well as anyone. My friends all made fun of me, and said it was excitement that was keeping me up; that in a short time I would be as bad as ever, — but thank God, their prophecy has not been fulfilled.
Soon after I returned home, my brother was convinced of the Truth of Christian Science, and we commenced the study of Science and Health. Then the struggle began! Every old disease and pain came back to me that summer and fall, and many times I was tempted to give it all up and go back to medicine; but I did not yield. I knew that in some indescribable way God was caring for me, and so kept steadily on. I treated my mother and brother, and always with good results.
