Article March 18, 1911 Issue

To a cure wrought by Christian Science nineteen years...

Denver (Col.) Post

To a cure wrought by Christian Science nineteen years ago, Mrs. David Browne Graham owes the change of heart which has made her name conspicuous in the annals of Denver philanthropy. The three little girls who make their home with her in the comfortable house at 1348 Logan street would not be there if Mrs. Graham had not been really "born again," as the church people say, when her health was restored through the prayers of a Christian Science practitioner. Apropos of the remarks Dean Hart has been making concerning Christian Science, and the controversy which the death of Mrs. Eddy naturally has provoked, Mrs. Graham tells the story for the first time. It goes back to the time her husband, D. B. Graham, was on the bench in this city.

"I had a tumor on the spine," says Mrs. Graham, prefacing the story of her cure. "For three or four years I suffered with it until I was a nervous wreck. The physicians I consulted advised an operation, but I was too nervous even to consider it. The altitude bothered me, so I went abroad, thinking the change would do me good. In Rome I suffered an awful attack, and the medical men there told me that nothing but an immediate operation would save me. I started to return to America by way of Paris, and in that city again I was seized. The doctors there held a consultation and told me that I must start for home at once. I remember one who attempted to be facetious, saying, 'You had better go back where the doctors are so proficient in cutting people up and putting them together again.'

"At any rate, I came back determined to accept, with what grace I could, what fate had in store for me. I went to the very best surgeon in Denver for examination. He told me that if I deferred the operation longer I should be beyond need of it. I agreed that he should operate on me on Tuesday, and it was Thursday when we made the engagement. I cried, just as every woman does under those circumstances, and left his office with wet eyes. Outside I met a friend who inquired the cause of my grief. I told her. She suggested that instead of being operated on I go to a 'healer' on the floor above the one on which we lived in the hotel. She did not tell me what kind of a healer she had in mind, and in those days Christian Science was little known. When my husband came home to lunch I told him I had arranged for an operation for the following Tuesday. He told me that he was sorry I could not wait to allow time for my sister to come to me, but I said I was determined. He was so funereal over the prospect that, just to cheer him, I told him jokingly what my friend had suggested. He insisted that I visit this healer.

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