Testimony of Healing December 20, 1913 Issue

I owe so much to Christian Science that I feel it a duty to...

Frances Schlatter with contributions from Julia Parker

I owe so much to Christian Science that I feel it a duty to send my testimony. I do so with a heart overflowing with gratitude to God, also with thankfulness to Mrs. Eddy, for my healing. It is now over two years since I was practically lifted from the grave and relieved of my ailments. I was said to be of a very nervous disposition from infancy up, while my eyes were very weak, and I began to wear glasses when quite young. I had frequent headaches, which were said to result from the condition of my eyes; but I always attended school, as it was my desire to become a teacher, and my wish was at last granted.

I began to teach the primary grades of my home school, and I dearly loved the work, but during the second year I became very nervous. I tried different so-called nerve tonics and seemed better for a while, but I then began to have what were called nervous breakdowns, the doctors saying that I needed a rest, and that I would have to give up my teaching if I wished to get better. My illness finally ran into what was called epilepsy, for which all cures that were ever heard of were tried. I also had throat trouble and would catch cold easily. My lungs became affected, so I was ordered to take long walks, and physical culture was tried. I walked two or three miles every morning, and dieted for months, but all in vain. I became very weak and had to give up walking, as my strength seemed to be leaving me and I was decreasing very much in weight.

I could not understand why I should suffer so, for I was a church-member, always tried my best to live a Christian life, but never could comprehend why God should punish me in that way. I often prayed to God to take me or deliver me from my misery, for I can never express in words my suffering. My older brother had been employed in the city for some time and wished us to go there, so we went; but after several months I became very much worse. I coughed more, my lungs pained me continually, and at times I could not talk above a whisper. I had been confined to my bed for several weeks when a noted specialist was called. He pronounced my case tubercular, and said that one lung was completely dried up and the other one was affected. He also said I could not live longer than a week, and perhaps not so long. He gave me medicines to quiet my nerves, but said I could not be cured.

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