During the past six years or so, Christian Science has completely changed my life. From early childhood I was sickly and anemic. Severe headaches and faulty vision limited my activities. I was reared in a good Christian home, and the Bible brought me much inspiration and comfort; yet often I prayed for health and strength and puzzled over what seemed to be God's denial of them to me. I was studious and ambitious, sympathetic and longing to enrich my life and help others, but physical handicaps defeated me repeatedly.
Many doctors tried to help me through surgery, medications, or various manipulations. At length they could only advise me to keep as comfortable as possible by avoiding contacts with the things that caused my distress. My difficulty was diagnosed as allergies, which seemed to multiply with the years. I became fearful of foods, fabrics, airborne elements, and people. Life seemed closing in on me, and I prayed for grace to bear what I felt was my cross.
Seven years ago, I left my former home and moved west. Here severe dysentery was added to my woes. I felt I could expect no help from materia medica. Yet I could not give up all hope. I had on different occasions had slight contact with Christian Science, but I had not investigated it, having accepted an erroneous belief as to what it really is. Now I used all my willpower to deny feeling pain, thinking this was practicing Christian Science. Of course I got no better.
