Testimonies of Healing

I was burdened with constipation for twenty-six years. It was in every way disastrous to me except that it at last brought me to a knowledge of Christian Science.

After several years of suffering, and at least two years of serious illness, it became necessary for me to decide between death and Christian Science. July 4, 1898, I was compelled to take my bed with a severe claim of inflammation of the womb and ovaries; afterwards inflammation of the bowels and kidneys.

It is now three years since I was lifted, through Christian Science, from bondage and sorrow to freedom and peace. For fifteen years I had battled with ill-health, showing itself first in a severe form of stomach trouble.

From the first time that I entered a Christian Science church I felt that God was there, but immediately to prove the truth of this teaching did not seem altogether simple, there was so much latent error to be stirred and destroyed. One hot summer day on the Hudson, it seemed to me impossible to sit up and read Science and Health, I felt so very ill, and I quietly retired to my room to rest.

When the light came to me through Christian Science, I was in the darkness of despair; I thought, "Oh! where can rest be found?" After trying many physicians, patent medicines, and everything that mortal thought could suggest, I knew not which way to look. One physician said that I had inflammation of the spleen and left lung; another said I had an abscess on the liver that would have to be operated on; another said that I had an acute attack of indigestion.

A recent accident and demonstration which came to me may be helpful and interesting to others. While in my kitchen, superintending some of my household affairs, I overturned a large panful of boiling water.

I have long wanted to tell the world of my being healed through Christian Science. About seven years ago I was taken with a disease pronounced incurable by the doctors.

When first Christian Science was brought to my notice, it was through the healing of some absent friends. One of these had been in an asylum for the insane, and pronounced incurable.

Yesterday, a man whom I had not seen for over a year, asked me where my cane was. I told him I had no further use for it, and I want to tell others.

When I first heard of Christian Science in the autumn of 1898, it found me in a state of mind which was in sore need of a radical remedy. I was practically an agnostic, dissatisfied and without real object in life.