Just two years have passed since the blessed light of Christian Science first dawned on my view, and I have never before spoken a word for the Truth through our Journal.
For nine years I was a wretched invalid. After having exhausted the skill of many of the best home physicians—including two surgical operations—they told me I could never be relieved without another serious operation and advised me to go to one of the most eminent specialists and surgeons in the South.
Life was so miserable I was willing to submit to anything. Hoping the third surgical treatment would either kill or cure me, I left home breathing the prayer that I might never be carried back alive if I could not be permitted to return in health.
