I HAD been an invalid for thirteen years. I had been treated by the best doctors in this vicinity; had been to two hospitals in Boston, had three operations performed but received no benefit, kept growing worse, and three years later was carried back to the hospital. They told me to come home and keep as comfortable as possible for absolutely nothing could be done for me.
At the earnest request of my husband I received treatment of a magnetic healer, or one who claimed to heal "in the name of God and the angels." He seemed to help me, and for a time I thought I was healed, but gradually all my old troubles returned and I was soon as bad as ever. Morphine was my refuge and I used that freely.
One day it came to me to try Christian Science, but as I had heard little on the subject but ridicule I hesitated. Later on one night, I was impressed again to try Christian Science. Next day I sent for a Scientist and began treatment at once.
