When my husband and I first met, he was stricken with osteomyelitis and for three years endured numerous operations on shoulder and knee. I recommended that he try Christian Science, but it was not until the doctors offered no positive hope and he had become discouraged in the effort to finish his engineering course that he went to a Christian Science practitioner. In a few weeks the stubborn wounds which had plagued him stopped draining, and the condition was healed permanently.
I had always felt in my heart that I could never marry anyone not in sympathy with Christian Science. This healing completely cleared the way for a congenial and happy marriage. Our first son was born harmoniously at home, with the faithful, prayerful support of the practitioner who had treated my husband.
Shortly before the birth of our daughter some time later, I was filled with consternation when the doctor who had come to the home at the time of our son's birth told me that this time I would have to go to the hospital to save him time and inconvenience. Considering the problem honestly, I saw that this was striking a blow at my false pride as a Christian Scientist, and this was good.
