Twice (with the hope of afterwards taking the regular...

Twice (with the hope of afterwards taking the regular medical course, and becoming a doctor) I tried to take a nurse's training, before I succeeded, as I finally did, through being healed in Christian Science. When I had been in the first hospital thirteen days, typhoid struck me down and robbed me of a year. Then I tried the training again, though the doctors said it would kill me. Their verdicts gave me very little to live for anyhow, it seemed, so I was determined, if I had to die, to meet it on my feet. I stood it for a year and a half, and it was not until after sieges of malaria, quinsy three times, and seasons of heart failure, that I broke down again and was sent home. Though I had lived in the atmosphere of the Church,—my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, all ministers, my mother a devoted, loving Christian,—and I had prayed and been prayed over always, the time had now come when it seemed as though there was in evidence nothing but an ugly fate that always struck me down just when I was most needed and was about to accomplish some good. Pneumonia, pleurisy, diphtheria, or some such horror would seem to come up under a perfectly clear but seemingly pitiless sky and "take the life out" of me.

After being at home from the hospital six months I was much worse. I had suffered a severe strain and was in constant distress,—"constitution undermined," "nothing left," "heart nowhere," was all the encouragement the doctors had been able to give me,—when, after a night full of the one silent cry for some understanding, Christian Science came to me and I was taken at once to New York. I had spent most of the six months between my bed and the hammock, never free from suffering, and yet, in about two weeks from my first treatment and first sight of Science and Health, I was as well as any one. This was in 1899. I was so taken up with what Mrs. Eddy taught, that I forgot about my body, and when I did think of it again there was nothing there to be healed. I went right back to the hospital and finished my course. I gained twenty pounds in two months, and graduated second in my class.

Later on, from the scene of perhaps the best surgical work in this country, I more thoroughly investigated Christian Science and the way it was put into practice. In 1901 had a greater experience. An attack of pleurisy had left me with a racking cough that seemed to literally pull me to pieces. I lost rapidly, yet tried to get along without either a practitioner or medicine. I was on night duty in a special surgical hospital in New York, and let things go, because I did not know what to do, until I was in great danger and was made to realize that all that could be done must be done at once. One morning, in the midst of a mental conflict, I said, "I will go anyhow," and went at once to a practitioner. In two weeks or less, while in the very midst of a coughing spell, I became conscious of sudden and most glowing health and joy. I could not cough and from that time there was nothing of it or of any of the other symptoms. With this healing came a clearer, deeper insight and understanding of how to work in Christian Science. Conditions that had troubled me melted. Afterwards problems came up more trying than ever perhaps, but it has been proven that obedience to our Leader's words, "Trust in Truth, and have no other trusts" (Sentinel, July 11, 1903), does lead us in the way where we gain more and more of the truth.

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