When one of our daughters was born, the attending physician discovered that I had a large fibroid tumor which he declared must be removed by surgery if I ever hoped to lead a normal life. Believing there might be a chance that the verdict would be reversed, my husband brought in for consultation three of the finest surgeons in the state, all of whom were of one opinion—that an operation was the only answer to the difficulty, although no promise of my complete recovery could even then be given. They also confirmed the report of the doctor who had delivered the baby that it was not possible for me to have another child.
One afternoon when I was feeling utterly discouraged, a friend driving through town stopped to see me. She noticed my distress and learning that I was about to face a hospital operation asked why I did not try Christian Science instead. I replied that I had no faith in its teachings.
When a student in high school, I was a member of an orchestra the pupils had organized. Once a week a music teacher came to instruct and direct us, but after several months of work I resigned from the orchestra because I could no longer endure the sight of the teacher's hands, which were covered with the unsightly sores of a skin disease. My visitor informed me that the teacher in question had been healed in Christian Science and was at this time a successful practitioner! I reasoned that if Christian Science could cure him of what seemed to me the impossible, it could certainly do as much for me; at least, no harm could result from my trying it.
