I arrived at a federal women's prison on April 23, 1998. I immediately made a new Christian friend, who invited me to a Christian Science service. Out of courtesy to her, I attended on a Sunday night a couple of weeks later.
On May 11,I suffered a stroke that partially paralyzed the left side of my face and body. My friend learned about this tragedy when she came to visit me that evening. I could hardly stand up. I told her, "You have to help me. I don't know what to do." She immediately declared that I was all right, that I was already healed.
There wasn't time to discuss how she would help, because we had to return to our rooms in a few minutes to be counted, as we do every night at that hour. So Susan dashed to her room and rushed back with a book. She thrust the book into my good hand, told me to go to bed and read it, and assured me I would be healed by morning. This sounded silly and superficial, but I was desperate for relief.
