One summer some sixteen years ago, although I had been experiencing a form of heart trouble the previous winter and spring, I took a trip out West to visit my daughter and her family. I had suffered from this condition on and off for many years, and my fear of attacks had never been allayed. I had had Christian Science treatment and had been helped but not permanently healed. As I stepped off the train at the end of my journey I had an attack and was very fearful. I was taken to my daughter's home, and a Christian Science practitioner was called. Some relief was experienced, but not a complete healing.
After about ten days I became so filled with fear that I gave in to the impulse to call a doctor. I was taken to the hospital. However, this move did not bring relief either, and after almost a week there I could tell that the doctors did not know what to do for me. In fact, they informed me that they did not know what to do; so I decided to go back to my daughter's home. Still not willing to trust God completely, I called in another doctor, but he said there was nothing he could do to help me.
One night I felt that I was at the end of my rope and that I was passing on. My daughter then asked if she should call a practitioner, and I assented. The healing process began at once. It was a slow one, but I learned a great deal while it was taking place. My sister, who is a Christian Science nurse, came out and took complete care of me day and night for about a month. To her I owe a debt of the deepest gratitude, for without her clear understanding of Christian Science and her constant support I might not have recovered.
