At this point, when I was just giving up hope of obtaining relief from medical remedies or through material means, my good husband and many friends, who were solicitous for my good, were urging me to see another doctor, a specialist.

My case had baffled the best physicians, both in the East and California, many having pronounced me incurable. The verdict of physicians, as well as many of the best magnetic healers and electricians and the majority of my friends, was, “She is incurable.” But out of the kindness of their hearts they urged me to see another physician, thinking it would do no harm if it did no good.


Being unwilling to experiment further with medical treatment, I was opposed to conforming to their wishes, but concluded to consult two physicians, personal friends, who had treated me, one five and the other two years. I was somewhat surprised when they both advised me to conform to my friends’ wishes, for said they, “judging according to symptoms you have need of his services.”

For the first time I rebelled against their decision, and with firmness said, “No, I will not see another physician.” My husband then anxiously asked what I intended to do, to which I replied, not understanding the full import of my words, “Get well, of course,” and went to my room to contemplate the nature of my conduct, for I had not before spoken so decidedly in opposition to the opinions of my friends. It was during this contemplation that I asked the above questions concerning my healing, and received the response.

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