In April, 1964, I had a loss which gave me a great shock. I could not understand why things had not worked out the way I felt they should have. A sense of disappointment and frustration was very strong in my consciousness. My small understanding of Christian Science had helped me through many difficulties in years past, but I did not manage to lift my thoughts completely above a sense of depression.
By the beginning of December this mental state manifested itself physically. After I twice fainted in the office, the management of the firm I worked for became very concerned about me and insisted that I call a doctor and get a health certificate. I called the doctor for this reason only and told him so. After examination his advice was that I enter the hospital for more thorough tests and a possible operation. I answered that I was a Christian Scientist and would prefer treatment in accordance with my religion.
The doctor had some knowledge of Christian Science and admitted that I might receive healing in this way, but he felt that he must warn me of the risk I was taking. He said that if I were unsuccessful, this difficulty would become worse very quickly, and the rest of the picture he painted was very black indeed. I said that my faith in God was great enough to take this so-called risk.
