After several years of suffering, and at least two years of serious illness, it became necessary for me to decide between death and Christian Science. July 4, 1898, I was compelled to take my bed with a severe claim of inflammation of the womb and ovaries; afterwards inflammation of the bowels and kidneys. I lay seemingly at the point of death for some time, not being able to sit up for four months. I suffered all winter, being confined to my room, and a part of the time to my bed, until April, 1899, when my husband took me to the hospital, hopeless of my recovery. I underwent one of the most serious operations performed by the best medical skill, having my ovaries removed, but I returned home only a helpless invalid, growing worse, as dropsy had then set in. I was not able to walk, and could only wheel my chair at times.
I was very much prejudiced against Christian Science, and would not allow any one to talk to me of it, nor allow my sister-in-law, who was interested in it, to read it to me.
During the summer a healer and her husband came to my sister-in-law's to board, and I then finally consented to take treatment. As a result, I was healed entirely in three weeks.
