Although my husband was a Christian Scientist and had had two outstanding healings of conditions which had been declared incurable, I had felt no real urge to investigate Christian Science until after our second daughter was born. At one time she became ill with a severe cold, which fast developed into croup. My doctor had supplied me with several medicines, but the condition worsened.
One time I was up with her until almost five o'clock in the morning, doing everything I knew to relieve the child's suffering. By then, she appeared to be breathing more easily; so I returned her to her crib and lay down nearby quite exhausted. However, her distressed breathing soon roused me from sleep. When I reached her, there was every indication that she was passing on. I called for my husband, and I knew by the look on his face that his first reaction was the same as mine.
He said, "What are we going to do?" I had long known what he had wanted to do, but he had allowed me free rein with the children.
