My sister and I were both raised in Christian Science. My mother lovingly prayed for us when we had difficulties. At times she had the help of a Christian Science practitioner. Most challenges, however, were met with little prayerful effort on my part. I therefore took much for granted.
Gradually I drifted from Science. During that time I became very disturbed. My life was out of control. Poor judgment was the cause of several destructive relationships. Drugs, alcohol, and promiscuity became a way of life. Happiness, it seemed, was only something I imagined as a child.
When I married and later gave birth to our son, many of the troubles mentioned above had been resolved. But there was still much that needed correcting in my experience. My husband had never had any contact with Christian Science. I was feeling so insecure that I didn't want to appear to be different. I believed that my husband and his family would view me as a better mother if I went the conventional route of medical care for our son. Little did I realize the preventive and curative help I was shutting out.
