When Christian Science found me, almost two years ago, I was a complete physical wreck "having no hope, and without God in the world," for I could not believe in a God who would send such suffering as was my daily experience. For many months I suffered from the results of a heavy cold which, the doctors said, had affected my lungs, and also brought on a complication of troubles from which I could not recover. Shortly after, rheumatism was added to my other diseases, and drugs taken for this brought on heart trouble. Then my whole body became covered with the most terrible sores, pronounced a form of tuberculosis.
After many weeks spent in the greatest agony, when my only relief was morphine, I was told that I must undergo a surgical operation, through which, I had about one chance in ten of living; but if I did survive, my pain would be lessened although I would always be a helpless invalid.
When I would not consent to the operation, the doctors refused to continue their visits, saying that they could do nothing more. However, after several weeks of constant care and careful nursing, I became strong enough to be carried from my room and placed upon a couch during the day, and continued to improve until I was able to travel. I then went to Salina, hoping to regain health and strength from a change of climate and, for the first month, I did improve, when asthma, from which I had suffered much as a child, came back upon me and with it all my old troubles. At the end of two months of suffering and doctoring, I wrote that I was coming home. I had only two or three weeks longer to live and I wished to spend them at home. My mother replied that I was to start at once and suggested that, as we had exhausted the doctor's skill without avail, we should, as a last resort, go to Christian Science.
