It was with no hope of being healed that seventeen years ago I began reading, then studying Christian Science. My only desire and hope was to find a more satisfying concept of God upon which to lean while submitting to a serious operation. Three doctors predicted that an operation, if I lived through it, might prolong my life, although it would not restore my health. A fourth doctor sincerely urged me not to have the operation but to live as long as I could without it, which might be a year.
Added to this condition was a heart ailment which for twenty years had caused me much suffering. I expected no release from this, because doctors had told me there was no cure for it.
For many months I had had from one to six fainting spells every day. While I was not afraid to die, and looked upon death as a release from suffering, I did not want to leave my husband, young daughter, and loving parents. All the members of my family were members of an orthodox church, and, believing in prayer, had prayed earnestly for my recovery.
