In the early part of March, 1922, I became afflicted with involuntary movement of my head. I lost all control of it, my head twitching, jerking, from side to side, and this was accompanied by much pain. I consulted our family physician, who, after a careful examination, advised me to study Christian Science. This advice I disregarded and immediately sought help from other physicians, being treated by six or more, including an osteopath and a chiropractor, none of whom gave me relief. I then went to Baltimore and consulted a doctor in the University of Maryland, who pronounced my trouble to be spasmodic torticollis, but could offer me no relief. Several other doctors were consulted, among them being an internationally known surgeon, who pronounced my case the worst he had ever seen, but offered no advice other than for me not to have an operation performed.
I again went to see the family physician, who asked me if I had followed his advice. I told him no. He then said, "Follow my advice or do not consult me." This resulted in my return to Baltimore, where a doctor sent me to a masseur to have my neck massaged daily. This I did for several months, all the while suffering acutely. During the many months I spent in Baltimore friends and strangers stopped me on the street and asked if I had ever thought of trying Christian Science. This suggestion always irritated me, but it seemed impossible to avoid it.
Later on I was finally prevailed upon by my family to try Christian Science, as all other remedies had failed. My healing was slow. There seemed to be so much error, so much to be unlearned; but the truth was being poured into my thought "through flood-tides of Love" (Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, by Mary Baker Eddy, p. 201), and at last the healing work was accomplished.
