In 1995, my health started to deteriorate. Doctors diagnosed a cancer. The disease progressively gnawed the bottom of both my feet to the bone. I was declared incurable, and in a last attempt to save me, I was offered the option of having both of my legs amputated. Full of despair, my family turned to all possible forms of therapy, among others, traditional African medicine and faith prayer with pastors and priests. But it was all to no avail. That was when, bedridden and without hope, I was introduced to Christian Science by my maternal uncle. Unfortunately his act of love displeased the rest of my family, but my uncle did not get discouraged because what mattered to him was to see me healed.
One Sunday, he brought home a Christian Science friend, who was moved with compassion toward me. This friend asked me to accept my uncle’s offer and try Christian Science treatment. He talked to me with conviction about God’s love. I was so afraid and his words were so reassuring! This friend and my uncle’s love encouraged me to accept Christian Science treatment. My uncle suggested that I go live in a quiet place, where I could pray calmly. He rented a room for me with the support of my maternal aunt and my grandmother.
For a time, I prayed with a Christian Science practitioner to understand that “divine Love always has met and always will meet every human need” (Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, p. 494). A few months later, I met another practitioner and he took over my case.
