I was healed by Christian Science treatment before I had ever read the textbook, Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy. In 1925 I underwent a third major operation. After spending several weeks in the hospital I was taken home, and during the following five years I spent most of my time in bed. The condition appeared so hopeless that I seemed to lose all interest in life.
On January 1, 1930, my husband was sent by his company to a western city, to be gone six months. His absence greatly increased my loneliness and self-pity. Several weeks after his departure, after faithfully following the doctor's instructions, I realized that I was not getting any better, so I earnestly prayed to God to be delivered out of the misery, and my prayers were answered.
Upon answering my doorbell one morning, I was greeted by a pleasant-looking woman, who asked me if she might come in for a moment to get warm. I was irritated at being bothered and very grudgingly invited her in. She looked at me for a moment and asked if I was ill. I immediately launched upon a complete diagnosis of my ills—my favorite subject. When I finished, she smiled and said that it was not right or necessary that anyone suffer like that. Then she told me about the healing she had had in Christian Science, which was very interesting, but when she recommended that I try Christian Science I flatly refused, thinking, as so many do, that I did not know enough about it to get any help from it. She advised calling a practitioner in a near-by city, who she said would be glad to work for me, and I finally agreed, thinking it would do no harm.
