Three years ago I turned to Christian Science for physical...

Three years ago I turned to Christian Science for physical healing. I was asked to attend a Wednesday evening meeting, and did so. There I heard a testimony which was so earnestly and convincingly given that I was led to take this treatment as a last resort. I had tried everything that materia medica could advise. Three physicians diagnosed my case as appendicitis, and for several years attacks would recur, causing terrible suffering. For weeks after each attack my skin would be as yellow as if I had jaundice. Each doctor recommended an operation, and finally I consented to have one performed. The organ was removed, and I was told by the nurses who witnessed the operation that it was not so much appendicitis as adhesions from which I was suffering, and that it was the worst case of this kind they had ever seen.

I did not care what they had found, so long as the supposed cause of my suffering was removed, but I was very ill from the effects of the anesthetic, and for eight days was unable to retain any food. On the tenth day I ate a little, whereupon I experienced an attack such as that for which I had been operated on. When the doctor came to see me, an expression of defeat passed over his face; he had failed to find the real cause of the trouble, and he knew it. For a year and a half after the operation I had these attacks more frequently, and relied principally on an opiate for relief; but I kept the same doctor, as he is an old friend and I knew he would do all that could be done for me. I had to go to him for a prescription for the drug, and he saw that I was nearly insane from fear.

When the doctor asked me one day how I felt, I told him I was going insane, and his advice was not to think about myself, but to go to the theater and otherwise amuse myself. I told him, however, that one night I had been taken ill in the theater and subsequently was afraid to go there. Then, after a long pause, he advised me to try Christian Science. At first I was angry, and it was six months before I took his advice. During those months I went through the worst period of my suffering. A physician who is considered an excellent diagnostician was therefore called in, and he pronounced the trouble either an abnormal growth or gall-stones, and recommended an operation. My husband then told my regular physician, who said he would not advise another operation, and he did not agree with the diagnosis.

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April 18, 1914
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