With the focus for this year’s Association on healing (I suppose it always is, but this time oh-so-more-overtly!), I have to share a very fresh healing I’ve just had.

Yesterday morning I awoke with a tight feeling on the left side of my chest. I wrote it off as the result of having slept in a funny position, and went off to the gym for a vigorous “spin” class on the indoor bicycles. I didn’t feel any discomfort during the class or as I got ready for work, but after a few hours at the office the pain in my chest returned, this time sharper and more uncomfortable.

For decades there were issues with my knees and hip. In my late 20’s, a nurse friend heard my knees make a grinding noise and said they would be shot by the time I was 40. A few years later, a doctor said I had bursitis in my hip. As I moved into my 40’s, 50’s, and early 60’s, just taking a walk with my husband would have me struggling to keep up; afterwards there would be discomfort or pain. Sometimes my hip would feel out of kilter, which made bending over, going up stairs, or getting into a car difficult.

One Thursday I went out to join my tennis group. We warmed up and started our first game. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on a bench, facing a sea of faces. I heard the tennis pro say that we had to call 911, and then I heard that the ambulance was there. No idea how I got into the ambulance, but I was hearing/saying, “God is right here, and there is one Mind.”

I entertained a mortal mind suggestion that came on suddenly and lasted for several months. I have no idea what it was. All I know is that for a number of weeks one side of my body was very painful, whether raising my arms, walking, sitting, or sleeping. A good bit of the time it kept me awake nights, since I couldn’t find a comfortable position either lying down or sitting up.

Dulles Airport, November 2009— In boarding area with my daughter and sixteen students and their parents, about ready to fly to Paris.

All of a sudden I felt pain in my chest and arm, and began to sweat. It took me by surprise. Scared thoughts began to pour in: “What is going on with my heart?” “Am I going to keel over and mess up this trip?”

After months of evidence of a lump, there started to be discomfort. Throughout this time, I was adamant that I would not consent to this lie. I did not confide in anyone, which is unusual since I often whine to my husband about every little challenge.

I’m grateful for a recent learning experience that has really shifted my thought about the nature of Life.

This past March my family and I went to Puerto Rico for a short vacation. We were on a part of the island that is renowned for great surfing. The waves are pretty powerful, but we chose a beach that our guidebook described as gentle. There were surfers out in the bigger waves, but there were also some swimmers on a sandbar playing in the waves.

The weeks before Association were challenging. My husband’s company has a loan with a local bank. On the Tuesday before Association, we had a meeting with the bank to help them decide whether or not to renew our loan. Our new accountant was very negative—he was sure the loan would be pulled and we would be out of business.

I have a healing to share about a tooth that was healed.

Here’s some background about this healing…

One afternoon as I was hurrying to catch a train, I tripped on some uneven pavement and fell flat. As I scrambled to my feet, a number of people with very worried expressions asked me if I were all right. With a big smile, I responded, “I’m fine! Thank you for your concern.”

Here’s a bit of fruitage from this past week.

These days there’s a daunting array of demands at work: quite a bit of travel and a number of big, time-consuming projects, many with tight deadlines. And I was starting to get stressed out.

In the fall, I began thinking quite a bit about how to be a better healer. As I prayed more deeply about this, I got some tremendous insights

After 18 years of marriage, my wife and I still had no children. Both of us were already well into our forties and the prospects for having a child seemed pretty bleak.

This year I’ve experienced some healings with my mother that have been very important to me. Mother is not a Scientist, although she has been quick to recognize what it has done for my life. At my insistence, she has listened to the Lessons on CDs.

The assignment and citations were very helpful. I had two quick healings from them—one for me and one for a patient.

My healing was of disappointment with the Hymnal Supplement.

I’m writing to share a wonderful healing. Last weekend, I traveled about 70 miles with friends (wife, husband, and daughter) to hear an orchestra concert. Tickets to the event had been the family’s Christmas gift to me. Along the way we stopped for dinner.

One morning last summer, my husband received a call from his brother, informing him that their family dog, Sadie, had been bitten on the tongue by a rattlesnake. She was at a nearby veterinary hospital, and it was uncertain whether she was going to survive. Medicine had done everything it could for her, and all that remained was to await the results.

Recently I have been working with a letter that Mrs. Eddy wrote to Ira Packard: “You are held by a mesmeric belief to the thought that you cannot demonstrate Christian Science. Demand of yourself to awake from this glamour and know that it is false and a ‘liar from the beginning.’” (Mary Baker Eddy: Christian Healer, page 398)

I’m grateful for progress this year. This is a healing about church.

I’ve come to understand that believing that I am right on a church issue and that others are wrong is a blindness to the truth that there is only one Mind. If I see error in someone else, if I believe others do not see the right way, I am accepting the error of many minds. This belief of self-righteousness and judging others often includes separation, retaliation, and intense emotions.

I had prayed for a woman in her late thirties as she progressed through nine months of pregnancy. This was her first baby.