In December, 1890, two prominent Sioux City doctors told me I had a cystic tumor, and that by measurement they thought it would weigh twenty or twenty-five pounds. By February 1 it was so far developed that I was told that unless I was operated on immediately there was no help for me, so all arrangements were made to go to Chicago to the Hahnemann Hospital. I received a letter from a Christian Scientist who said all things were possible with God, and consented to take my case if I would come to Lake Park, Iowa, which I did. I arrived there February 7 and put my case in her hands. In about six or seven weeks the tumor had disappeared, the case which had contained it coining in chunks looking like tripe. Upon my return to Sioux City I went to see the doctor who admitted that the tumor was gone, and said it was wonderful. I was also healed of a bowel trouble of four years standing. All this in about three or four months' treatment, after having been given up to die by two doctors.
Sioux City, la.
