I KNOW of no one who has greater reason to be thankful for Christian Science than I. When I was first treated I had not been able to sit up an hour a day for almost three years, and for many days at a time I did not sit up at all. My health had been very poor for seven years. I tried change of climate, employed six of the best physicians to be had where we lived, and also from other places, and while I often was better for a time after making a change, yet I soon returned to the old conditions and gradually grew worse.
The physicians did not agree as to the cause of my trouble, but according to their diagnoses I had nervous prostration, heart trouble, a growth in my side, indigestion, which I had suffered from for years, and painful menstruation.
All the physicians could do for the latter claim was to give me morphine or opium, and for eight years I was under the influence of opiates for a day and a night each month, or as often as the claim appeared, and even then the suffering was so great that I would have been glad to die, if death would free me from pain, which at that time I supposed it would; but I have learned from the study of the Bible and Science and Health, that "it is not death but the understanding of Life" that frees us from all discord. After such times of suffering I would be so weak that it would take me from two to four weeks to regain my strength.
