On Dec. 24, 1912, when I arose in the morning, I realized that there seemed to be something radically wrong in my condition. I had been an invalid for several years, not being able to walk without assistance. While I had received a great deal of help in Christian Science during that time, I had never taken a definite stand for Truth, and I now realize the reason for the crisis in my affairs, as such a crisis must come to all who refuse to accept Truth as their guide. The necessity of choosing "whom ye will serve," comes to every one sooner or later in Christian Science, and this was my testing time.
On the day mentioned I became so ill it was deemed advisable by the family to call a physician, who diagnosed my case as abnormal growths and advised an operation, since they seemed to be interfering with functions of the body which could not be retarded in their work if I was to live. Not satisfied with the first surgeon's verdict, my husband sent to New York for a famous professor of surgery who had operated on me for a minor trouble six years previously. He came, and after a very few minutes not only verified all that the first surgeon had said, but stated that any delay would be inadvisable as well as dangerous. I had been married for eleven years, but had no children.
After the surgeon left, I sent for the faithful practitioner who had so lovingly and patiently helped me on my way, and she started her work again. Then and there began a mental battle, or rather a battle between spiritual and material sense, such as can be understood only by one who has experienced it. Through this experience I have learned, however, that "the Lord's arm is not shortened, that it cannot save ; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear," for after my decision was once irrevocably made to cling to Truth, and I said with Job, "Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him," I began to improve daily. One after another the disturbed functions resumed their activity, and on July 22 I became the mother of a little boy. While the baby did not stay with us, the attending physician at the time of his birth pronounced me in perfect physical condition internally. My recovery was rapid, and all of my acquaintances have thought it marvelous that a woman of my age, and one who could walk only when assisted, should give birth to a child with so little suffering or inconvenience. I am walking better every day, and feel stronger and happier than in years past. I have also been healed of a severe bowel disorder, and I know that in so far as I am faithful to Truth my way will grow brighter "unto the perfect day."— Brooklyn, N. Y.
