I never had been awakened to what deep and lasting gratitude really meant until I began to demonstrate the unreality of sickness and sin through the understanding of Christian Science.
Many years ago our little two-year-old boy became ill with what doctors diagnosed as pleural pneumonia. Previous to my marriage I had been a medical nurse, giving special study to surgery and bacteriology with the hope of being an assistant to my brother, who is a doctor. Three child specialists with whom I had worked and in whom I had the utmost confidence informed me that the little boy would not live until morning.
The child was in a comatose condition, and when I made inquiry as to the cause of this sudden change, I was informed that the reaction from the medicine was too great, because some systems did not require as much as others. I felt my child had been an object of experiment. The result was I was afraid to give the medicine and afraid not to give it.
