In 1991 my daughter and I took a trip to Australia; my husband had planned to join us later. Our son and his family live nearby and were in touch with him often. However, one Saturday night when they had gone away for the weekend, my husband lost consciousness in the bathroom and fell, pinning himself between the fixtures. Drifting in and out of consciousness, he struggled to extract himself, but to no avail.
He had been scheduled to serve as soloist that Sunday morning and evening in two different Christian Science churches. The evening organist was a close friend of ours and knew my husband would not miss an obligation unless there was an emergency. Immediately following the service she telephoned friends, who called our son. He contacted a neighbor and asked him to go into our house to check on his dad. This neighbor found my husband in the bathroom. Four paramedics came immediately and removed him from his "prison." It took all of them to get him out, and they estimated that he had been there at least seventeen hours. They believed that my husband had suffered a stroke or heart attack.
The paramedics wanted to take my husband to a hospital, but he declined, wishing to remain at home. After determining that he was lucid and could make his own decisions, they left him in the care of our son and a Christian Science nurse who had been called. A Christian Science practitioner also agreed to provide help in prayer.
