THREE years last month I went to a Christian Scientist with the hope that I might get strength enough to enable me to get to my sister's home in the east to die, as I had no expectation of being cured or having my life prolonged for any length of time. I had been told to prepare to die, and while it was a hard saying to me, I accepted it as inevitable. I had been given up by five well-known physicians. They all said I could live only a short time, as they were agreed that I had quick consumption.
One Dr. very kindly said when I went to him to be examined, hearing that he was skilled in such cases, "Madam you will not live six months. You have quick consumption,— the quickest kind, called galloping consumption. I believe in telling a person what is the matter when I am asked." I paid him $5.00 and left. The doctors who had been treating me said, It is no use giving you any more medicine; take good care of yourself and you will live longer than by taking medicine.
The physicians had said my right lung was all gone. I could not use my right arm, and had not slept for over a year without morphine, having taken it all the time to deaden the pain. They said my liver was enlarged, and that I had nearly everything in the shape of disease.
