That I find life to-day worth living, I owe entirely to Christian Science. It found me after weary years of invalidism, during which every known remedy had been tried but without avail, and there seemed to be nothing left but to linger on in the same unhappy state. Loving friends and the kindest and most skilful physicians had done their utmost. The last physician consulted refused to take my case, as he said there was "nothing to build upon." I did not want to die, I wanted to live and realize the high hopes and noble ambitions with which I had started out in life, but which had been thwarted by failing health.
When I was ready for the blessing, Christian Science came to me. A friend told me of a friend of hers, who had been healed in a very mysterious way, by some one whom she never saw; and as she thought our cases similar, I might be healed in the same manner. This seemed a glimmer of hope, although I had supposed my case hopeless; so the first day I felt able to walk to the home of the lady who had been healed, I called upon her and found her very willing to tell me of her healing, which had taken place after she had been given up by one of the best doctors in the city. I felt impressed by what she said, although I did not understand it, and went home feeling that I should like to try this, to me, intangible something that healed people without even seeing them. After consultation with my husband, it was decided that I begin treatment. I did so, and very soon found myself less nervous, sleeping better, and eating what was set before me, while constipation and extreme sensitiveness to cold were also overcome. Previously, if a breath of cold air blew upon my head I was sure to have neuralgia, and it was not until I came into possession of a copy of Science and Health and began to study it, that my most painful trouble, a very complicated and distressing condition of the uterus, yielded. Then I was sure that Christian Science had accomplished in my ten days' study of Science and Health, what years of specific medical treatment and operations had failed to do.
As soon as I saw that Christian Science was helping me, I wanted to learn how to help others. I had suffered so much that I wished to devote my life to the alleviation of the sufferings of humanity. With this thought in view, I took up the study of Science and Health, and saw so clearly the unreality of disease that it no longer had any power over me. With the "little book" in hand I went to the bedside of a dear sister-in-law, whose case had baffled the skill of physicians and who was almost a living skeleton. In three weeks she was well, and very soon was able to resume her active public and private duties. I did not know how to give a treatment, I simply knew there was no reality in disease. Others came to me— even the doctor who had been attending my sister.
