Hi Kat: I’m so grateful to know that I can turn to evidence based medicine for healing

The following is an e-mail I received from a reader that I have shared here with their permission. I don’t often publish e-mails from readers, but when I do they’ll be categorized and tagged “Hi Kat e-mails.”


I was dealing recently with the apparent belief a very sore foot that suddenly became alarmingly swollen and discolored late one evening. I was afraid, trying to remember what I might have done to injure my foot as the pain initially seemed consistent with a bruise or some other impact, and I couldn’t remember. Now, with the swelling, now more burning pain sensation I began to suspect maybe a spider bite (common where I live). I decided to turn to the one place I knew I could begin to find healing in this situation, so very late at night: the Emergency room at the local hospital. There I was seen almost immediately by the triage nurse who kindly remarked how glad she was that I got in to see them when I did, as my foot situation looked very serious. I waited in the streaming section for around half an hour, then in an exam room. Eventually the doctor on duty was able to see me. He looked at the foot, and assured me we weren’t dealing with a spider bite, but actually a serious and very aggressive infection. Still dangerous, just a different kind. He prescribed liquid antibiotics and bed rest with the foot elevated.

I visited the hospital for two more rounds of the liquid antibiotics, and then switched to the pills. That, and a few days of bed rest worked wonders! I’m now almost finished the course of antibiotics that were prescribed, and I’m able to walk comfortably on the foot, and the swelling is rapidly disappearing.

I’d like to give my deepest gratitude to the doctors and nurses who helped me and treated me with the utmost kindness and respect. I’d also especially like to give thanks to antibiotics, and whoever discovered them. I’m so grateful to know that I can turn to evidence based medicine for healing, instead of the dangerous and false teachings of Christian Science, which may have resulted in a far different, and much more unpleasant outcome for me.

~EG


A note from Kat:

What a wonderful demonstration, thank you for sharing!

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TMC Withdrawals – now via e-mail!

The following is a guest post by fellow blogger Emerging Gently (http://emergegently.wordpress.com/). For more about Guest Posts & their Contributors, please visit https://kindism.org/guest-posts-contributors/, for more about Leaving Christian Science https://kindism.org/csresources/leaving-christian-science/


I joined The Mother Church at the ripe ol’ age of 12, when good little Christian Scientist kids (the ones that have survived that long) are old enough to join. It was at the second admission of members (there’s two per year) in 1979. I was so proud, so were my parents. I was turning out to be a good little Christian Scientist, despite some doubts I had, even then.

I’ll be honest, I wasn’t always a Good Little Christian Scientist. Twelve year old me became a teenager, and I enjoyed some of the things teenagers enjoy, like partying, drinking, drugs, stuff like that. More years went by that I didn’t pay the annual Per Capita Tax ($1.00 US) than when I did. As an adult, the largest donation I sent was $50.00. Sometimes I read the Lesson, more often I just tried once in awhile, or just didn’t. It was a habit I just couldn’t seem to develop.

I did go to Christian Science summer camp, and sexually repressed and bigoted Principia College. I was involved with Prin Club, Christian Science youth groups, and I did Class Instruction and Association. I also toiled away for 10 years at The Mother Ship in Boston. Yeah, I put on the appearances. Inside seethed the doubts, just begging to be let out for a walk. My insides were sometimes like the old Cherokee Legend of the Two Wolves–one bad, one good, always in conflict inside all of us. Which one wins? The one you feed. I always tried to feed the Christian Science wolf.

Fast forward to a few years ago. I’m grieving the loss of both of my parents, who died miserably from untreated medical conditions because they chose to radically rely on Christian Science (which didn’t do anything for them). I was ripped apart verbally by my Christian Science Teacher for taking my dad [gasp] to the hospital in a bid to save his life. I couldn’t be presented with more stark evidence of the utter failure of Christian Science. Basically, it is bullsh*t. Complete and utter bullsh*t.

I withdrew from my Association, and all other entanglements, and came to the decision I must do the same for my long-standing membership in The Mother Church. So, in 2011, I wrote them a letter, and snail mailed it off (one of probably five things I snail mailed that year). I never got a reply back, and really didn’t give it much thought–it probably got lost by either Canada Post or the US Mail, I figured. Fast forward again to the middle of last year, and my friend and fellow blogger here at Kindism is posting her story of terminating her TMC membership. I realize, “hey, I never got that nice little letter or fistful of CS periodical subscription offers…don’t they love me enough to beg for me to change my mind?” I felt like a jilted lover! I resolved to get that acknowledgement I so craved, but my printer would have none of it. So, the follow-up letter remained trapped on my hard drive, and I once again forgot all about it.

Fast forward to 2014. Ms. Kindism, myself, and others are having an on-line discussion that leads again to withdrawing from TMC, and my Kindism friend posts that you can withdraw via e-mail! Yay, I say! I don’t have to worry about a cantankerous printer or the fickle postal services of two countries! Quickly, I dash off my nicely worded e-mail:

Hello,

Sometime in 2011, I mailed a letter asking to be withdrawn from membership in The Mother Church. I never received a response or confirmation. I would like to confirm that I am no longer a member of The Mother Church. If it turns out that I still am a member, please consider this a formal request to withdraw my membership.

Here are my details:

[my name]
Year I joined: November, 1979

I apologize that I do not remember my membership number or have it handy.

The last addresses you would have possibly had on file for me would be:

[A PO box in Massachusetts]

Or possibly:

[An address near where I now live, but not where I now live]

I am no longer available at either address. Please inform me if you need a current mailing address and I will send it to you.

Please acknowledge receipt of this e-mail as soon as possible. Thank you!

~[my name]
E-mail: [my.email.address@iamnotgonnatellyou.com]

The very next morning, I got a reply back from a nice woman at the Clerk’s office, confirming that they had received my previous withdrawal request, and I was indeed not a member of The Mother Ship. I guess they didn’t want to beg me to stay. I guess they just didn’t want me. Oh well…

Oddly, it was a bittersweet feeling. On the one hand, I harbour a deep hatred of Christian Science and what I’ve seen it do to my family and to others. However, I’ve also seen and confirmed the closure of a very big chapter in my life. I feel a bit like an animal that’s been let out of a cage. I revel in being free, but there’s that stupid little part of me that misses the familiar comfort of the cage.

So, if you’ve left Christian Science, and wondering about that next step, it’s easy! Just do it! Rip that old band-aid off, and be free! Just e-mail clerk@christianscience.com…I did it…so can you!

the strange new world of “materia medica” – E.G.’s story

The following post is part of the on-going “I went to the Doctor” series, which details first hand experiences of Christian Scientists and former-Christian Scientists who sought medical care or treatment outside of Christian Science. We hope that by sharing our experiences using medical care that it will help break down the stigma and fear! All posts in this series will be both categorized and tagged as “visited Doctor” and linked back to the I went to the Doctor page under the Christian Science Healthcare Guide.

Today’s post the strange new world of “materia medica” is by former Christian Scientist E.G., who regularly blogs at http://emergegently.wordpress.com/


During 40 years (my lifetime) in Christian Science, with very few visits to the doctor–until I finally left Christian Science in 2010, I can count about 3 contacts for my own health with the medical system, not including when I was born. The first was to treat an ingrown toenail during my teens; the second was a required physical examination when I was 20 in order to obtain a permanent resident visa to live in the United States; and the third, five years later, was a major one: I broke both wrists after a fall off a zip line, and required surgery to repair one of them. Until 2010, that was my last personal interaction with the medical system. I consider myself quite lucky that I’ve survived as long as I have without medical attention. I do not attribute that survival to Christian Science, but rather a robust immune system, and pure dumb luck. I left Christian Science after I witnessed its tragic failure in my own family, and I firmly decided that I would not follow the course I saw my parents follow, dying horrible painful deaths all the while praying for a healing that would never come; dying from conditions that in at least the case of my father, could have been treated medically had it been caught early enough.

I was always a “lukewarm” Christian Scientist–I always wanted to see it work, but never really did. Nevertheless, for 40 or so years, I plugged away at it. When I finally left, the first big discovery for me was cold medicine. In the winter of 2011/2012, I had a series of very bad colds and flu. In the past, I would have played or prayed through it, and suffered the discomfort and sleepless nights, and recovered in the time it would naturally take to heal. Now, I pop a couple of night capsules, and the nights are much more bearable. I wondered where this stuff had been all my life! Ibuprofen for pain has been another wonderful discovery, especially when I dealt with a bout of tooth pain last year. Inhalers for when those nasty colds gave me asthmatic reactions. All of these things have been wonderful new discoveries for me.

Until recently, I hadn’t been connected with a regular GP, and went to walk-in clinics when needed. All of my dealings have been pleasant. I found my current GP via a friend/co-worker who is a very discerning and skeptical consumer of healthcare. I knew she was very happy with her doctor, and figured if she could be happy with her doctor, I would be as well. I’ve had my “meet and greet” appointment, and next week will be going in for my first physical in 20+ years. I couldn’t be happier with this doctor. The first good sign for me was when she didn’t look at me like I’d just grown two heads when I said I hadn’t had a physical in 20+ years, and had not until now even had a regular doctor. I explained a little bit about my religious background to explain it to her, and she just noted it all, and we went on with the appointment. I so appreciated the fact that she didn’t seem to judge me in any way for choices I’ve made in the past. Even my experiences at the medical lab where I recently went for routine blood-work were very pleasant. At every turn, I’ve encountered people who genuinely want to help me and to heal me when healing is needed. The only thing to fear is one’s own preconceived fears and notions. Sure, there is always the possibility of some dire diagnosis, but if that comes, there will be support and help, and most of all they will make you as comfortable as possible.

I also think back on my experience taking my Dad to the hospital in his last days. He was a Christian Scientist almost all his life, and in his latter days had become an uncharacteristically radical Christian Scientist. While my Mom had died earlier the same year in absolute agony with no pain relief offered, in a Christian Science nursing facility; Dad by contrast, as soon as he was admitted to the hospital, was made as comfortable as possible. His wounds and sores were immediately treated, pain medication was given, and his now diagnosed heart condition was put on the road to as much stabilization as it could be at the late stage it was at. While his prognosis wasn’t good, and he did end up dying a month later, he was kept as comfortable as possible, and received the best care I could have expected.

Bottom line, I’m not going to say that medical care is perfect and that it has all of the solutions. Nothing does. However, it can cure and/or treat many conditions, and more and more people now survive such things as cancer which in the past would have been fatal. Even if one does receive a fatal diagnosis, the last days do not have to be agonizing. At every turn, I’ve found people who work in this profession because they want to help and heal people. This has been my experience. To the Christian Scientist, or the recently left Christian Science person, I offer that there is nothing to fear from doctors, hospitals, or clinics. However, I do also advise that as with anything else, be a discerning consumer and listen to your intuition; and be very wary of self-diagnosis. WebMD and other such things can be the worst rabbit hole you jump down. Trust the relationship you establish with your doctor and seek a proper diagnosis if you think something is wrong. Many times, It will not be anything serious, but if it is, the earlier you catch it, the better the chances for a full recovery.


About EG: EG is a former Christian Scientist (a lifer–born and raised in it). A Principia College graduate/survivor, he is still amazed at how long he stayed in Christian Science, only having “emerged” from it recently. When he is not writing critically (and sometimes sarcastically) about Christian Science on Kindism or his own blog, Emerging Gently (he thinks Science and Health is the most eloquent example there is of someone saying the same thing over and over again for 600 pages, using the most complex run-on sentences–like this one he’s written here), or slaving away at his day job, and making sure the cat is fed, EG can be found throwing himself down the local slopes on skis in the winter, or on a mountain bike in the summer (see, you had to read this sentence at least twice to understand it, admit it). He also likes kayaking, snowshoeing, hiking, photography, cooking, long walks on the beach at sunset, and a cold beverage at the end of a long day. If sarcasm were beauty, he would be a male supermodel.