About twelve years ago, when I was very near death, a friend asked my husband to try Christian Science treatment for me. The trouble had been pronounced rheumatism of the heart, and anemia. The doctor advised that I be moved to the local hospital for care. He said that there was nothing he could do for me, but that care and rest and freedom from family worries were very necessary. I stayed in the hospital for several weeks, but steadily grew worse, becoming weaker each day. The kind doctor told my husband that if he wished to try any other doctor or means, to feel free to do so, for he could do nothing; he added that he thought I would live but a very short time.
At this point, my friend talked to my husband, with the result that a Christian Science practitioner was called. My husband returned to the hospital happy and relieved and said, "You are going to be all right now; I have asked for real help for you." To let him know I knew what he meant I spoke this friend's first name. She had never spoken a word to me of her religion heretofore, and I knew nothing whatever of what a Christian Science treatment meant.
My friend told my husband I should keep this thought in mind: "God is my Life, God is my strength, God is All-in-all." As I pondered these statements for a while, the truth dawned on me: "Why, of course, God is the Life of all, and that Life is my life. I do not have to die—I have work to do." And with that realization I grew stronger each day, and soon was allowed to go home.
