Testimony of Healing January 17, 1983 ISSUE

On one of the blackest mornings of my life, I assembled...

ELLEN HAMILTON

On one of the blackest mornings of my life, I assembled pills and liquor and wrote a letter to my daughter. I told her I was taking my life and asked her to care for my two sons, ages ten and seventeen.

Earlier I had returned from the hospital, where I had undergone surgery for the third time in a year. Each time, doctors had told me that precancerous conditions prevailed in different areas of my body and were getting worse. I had been suffering for thirty years. In addition to this, my second marriage (the first had left me a widow with six children) was troubled by seemingly insurmountable obstacles. Yet my family was oblivious to my desperation, as I took painkillers, drank, and tried to hide my agony. All things considered, suicide seemed the only solution to everything.

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