Over twelve years ago Christian Science found me in the depths of despair and mental anguish. Physically I was beyond resuscitation through material means, and mentally I was battling with a problem that was too stupendous for my frail human intellect to understand and cope with. The trouble was pronounced by three doctors and a specialist a nerve disease. The suffering was acute, and manifested itself in spinal headaches which came regularly every ten to twelve days, confining me to my bed for two or three days each time and leaving me in a state of complete exhaustion. I had suffered thus for six years.
Another symptom of the disease was that my teeth were having to be drawn one at a time. I spent two years in idleness, part of the time in a sanitarium, as the specialist had said that if after five years of absolute rest of body and mind I was again a normal woman I would have cause for rejoicing. At the end of two years, after following his instructions implicitly, I found myself worse instead of showing any signs of improvement. Then came the dentist's verdict— that all my teeth must come out, as he could do nothing for them.
The thought of leaving two little children motherless turned me at this point to Christian Science, although at the time I had no confidence in it. However, I had exhausted material means and had even reached the point where I doubted the existence of a just and loving God.
