Testimony of Healing October 17, 1914 Issue

About ten years ago I had what was diagnosed as an...

Georgene L. Miller

About ten years ago I had what was diagnosed as an attack of congestion of the brain, due partly to heat prostration and partly to overwork and worry over an accumulation of troubles. This attack left me a mental and physical wreck, so that it became the regulation thing for me to spend part of each year in the hospital, each breakdown being more serious and protracted than the preceding one. I suffered from hemorrhages in various forms, ulceration of the stomach and intestines, heart weakness, etc.; in fact, I seemed to be having a taste of all the ills "that flesh is heir to."

In December, 1910, I was very ill, and physicians said I could not live. I had previously submitted to an operation and was now threatened with another. The doctors said there was a complication of difficulties, any one of which was likely to prove fatal at any moment; I might recover, but the relief would be only temporary, for I could never be well. It was the second time this verdict had been pronounced upon me. I always had the best of physicians, and feel sure they gave me the highest expression of love that they knew; but the fact that no two physicians agreed as to the cause of all my ills, had weakened my faith in their system of healing. I then determined to overcome my weakness by sheer will-power. I was better for a while, but this effort proved disastrous, since it sapped my mental strength, and when I found I was losing ground again, a suicidal mania took possession of me. I felt that if I could not be well I might as well die, and began deliberately to make plans for that end.

In July, 1911, I went on a vacation trip, and felt that this would be a good opportunity for me to slip quietly out of existence when away among strangers. While in Seattle, I visited a Christian Science friend, and some impulse prompted me to lay my troubles before her and ask her if she thought Science could help me. She told me her own experience, and upon the strength of her advice I decided to give Christian Science a trial. I returned to Portland and sought a practitioner, feeling like the prisoner who seeks the court of last resort. Unlike the bearing of a stern justice, however, there was such a warmth of love in the practitioner's greeting that I broke down completely, and when I was sufficiently composed to grasp the meaning of her words, all I could say was, "It is too good to be true!"

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