From my childhood I was troubled with biliousness and sick stomach, accompanied with severe sick-headaches. As I grew into manhood my trouble continued to grow. I was constantly using medicine of some description.
When about twenty years of age, the doctors pronounced my case catarrh, also Bright's disease of the kidneys, accompanied with a bad liver and stomach. After trying some traveling specialists, I called on a doctor who visited the town I was then in, but I did not gain my health. At about thirty-five years of age I believed that my sojourn here was short, and began preparing some little support for my wife and three children. I again turned to the regular doctors, when a friend who was a doctor told me confidentially that I could not be cured, and that I need not spend any more money. My wife was then under medical treatment and was gradually growing worse. I took her to a specialist in Toronto, but she became so low that she could not attend to her house duties, and the straw that broke the camel's back was when I came in one morning and found her sitting on the side of the bed, crying because she could not get her hands to her head to dress her hair.
I said, then and there, that we would go and see a Christian Scientist of whom we had heard. That day I got my wife into a carriage, drove out four miles, and met the Christian Scientist at a farmer's house, where he was treating a lady who had been left by the best medical skill to die, but who is living and well at the present time. My wife had treatment, and in three days began to improve. Inside of two weeks she was well. Then I took three weeks' treatment.
