About ten years ago Science came to me when I needed it most, for the doctors said I was dying of consumption, and that nothing more could be done for me. One lung was entirely gone, the other nearly so, and I was little more than a bundle of bones, and could neither eat nor sleep. I could never lie down, and it seemed as though I coughed with every breath. My parents did all that could be done for me, but I kept getting worse all the time, until, in a consultation, the doctors decided that nothing more was left to do and that I was past all material help.
It was then that my parents threw out all the medicine and decided to try Christian Science as a last resort. A practitioner was called, and I shall never forget the dear lady who first came and taught me that God does not want His children to be sick and suffer, that He is Life, Truth, and Love, hence that sickness is unreal. That very day I asked for something to eat, and from then on I gained steadily; in about three weeks I was out of doors and feeling like a new girl. It was such a blessed relief not to have to take medicine, but to be able to see day by day the proofs that God is good, and that He is the only power. Since then Christian Science has been our only doctor and I am perfectly well and strong to-day, and am the very opposite of a consumptive.
One of the most comforting things in Christian Science is the fact that space is no obstacle to divine Mind, but that God is always with us, no matter where we are. Last winter I was in central Wyoming, one hundred miles from the railroad, twenty-eight miles from any mail route, and six miles from the nearest neighbor. I was the only Scientist in a family where medicine was the god, and many times error tried to get the better of me, but Truth was victorious.