Healing of Lump in Breast

Last summer whilst in the shower, I discovered a lump in my breast. Although I vehemently denied the possibility of anything erroneous attaching itself to me, over the next few hours I found myself swinging like a pendulum between fear and hope.

In my more calm moments I clung to the idea that a ‘Spiritual idea has not a single element of error and this Truth properly removes whatever is offensive’. I told no-one about the seeming challenge I appeared to be facing apart from my boyfriend. He asked me how I felt I wanted to meet the situation, whilst gently guiding my thought towards taking a firm stand on a spiritual foundation rather than wavering between that and human opinion. He supported me in prayer, and his calm, unfazed attitude had a profound effect on my thought.

The next day my small goddaughter and parents came to visit. As I was holding her the seeming symptoms and pain became most aggressive and I found myself virtually unable to hold her; erring mortal thoughts clouded over me suggesting that perhaps I would never see this dear little girl grow up. The time had come I felt for some extra metaphysical support.

My usual practitioner was taking class at this time and I did not want to take anything away from the current class, however I was wary about contacting another practitioner.

A dear person’s name came to mind, who I had worked closely with on a youth project. I picked up the phone and their calm, unswerving conviction that my ‘spiritual innocence had never been touched’ filled my thought. This practitioner concluded by saying that although they did not know anything about my past, if anyone had ever hurt me deeply in the past, I really needed to forgive them and erase the experience.

Wow! I came off the phone and felt the tears streaming down my face. Virtually six years to that day I had faced a very difficult personal challenge. God’s plan for me since then had brought the most wonderful things into my experience and ‘Right’ had indeed ‘won the day’ (Hymn 86), however I quickly realized I had kept a false anniversary, telling myself each year how much stronger I was and how much I had progressed, building up false pride upon false pride year after year. Then and there I resolved to relinquish all thoughts of a material history and let my heart and thought be ‘full of light’ as the practitioner suggested.

The fear subsided and my thinking became calm and clear. Sunlight flooded through the window in my bedroom and I tangibly felt God’s Love touching and nurturing me.

Within three days I rang the practitioner back. All the symptoms had vanished between our two conversations and my thought was light and full of joy. I jumped to my feet at the next testimony meeting full of thanks.

Several months later the suggestion came to me that perhaps the healing had been too simple. Before I knew it I felt the old symptoms creeping back. That night at another testimony meeting the First reader read from Daniel, telling of the three Hebrew boys in the fiery furnace. A testifier later referred to this story, making mention of an old pamphlet entitled ‘The Smell of Fire’ (Louise Knight Wheatley), in which the author notes that ‘the smell of fire... the remembrance of the sting of it...’ was not on the three men.

Later that same night I found the aforementioned article and pondered it in depth. The point that most struck accord was the writer’s admonishment that we don’t need to allow ourselves to become ‘wounded veterans, pointing to our scars with pardonable pride’, going on to note that ‘God’s ways are painless, easy, gentle and natural.’ She explains that we do not need to reflect or ponder on a healing but should rather ‘give thanks’ and then ‘go higher’.

There was my answer. Not only had the ‘smoke’ of my first hurt never actually clung to me, but I had never been in the furnace of the second. My vision of myself needed to be the ‘correct view of the perfect man’ which Mrs Eddy notes and not the ‘corrected view’ I had been focusing on. The healing was complete. Hallelujah!