It is now five years since the glorious truth of Christian Science came to set me free from what seemed a miserable reality, a life crippled by sickness and feeble health. I was considered delicate from a child, subject to all the ills that attack children, the house never without medicine, which seemed so necessary to our comfort and health.
In January, 1898, my husband was treated by Science and helped; but, impelled by fear, he would, from time to time, return to medicine. For some time this state of affairs continued in which we were vibrating between freedom and bondage. During that time, I hated the thought of Christian Science, save as a remedial agency, the religious aspect of it being altogether objectionable to me.
In September of this year my little boy was born, and when he was five days old, blood poisoning set in, showing itself in what seemed prickly heat, but which developed into not less than forty abscesses. This condition continued about seven weeks. The physician stopped all medicine and my nourishment consisted of small quantities of milk and brandy and an extract. Pronounced critically ill, with death staring me in the face, I now turned to Truth, saying, that I believed if I could have Christian Science I would get well. My husband said I could have it, and in the midst of the most antagonistic thought and great opposition on the part of my family, he telegraphed for a practitioner, who came by the earliest train. The second day of Science treatment, I sat up and ate whatever I wished. Two weeks later I was downstairs, and in six weeks from my first treatment, I was well and left the city on a visit. While it was some time before the scars from the lancing of these abscesses disappeared, there is now no trace of the thirteen which were on my face alone.
