A few months later her husband, Daniel Patterson, deserted her, bringing to an end her years of struggling to maintain a home with him.
For the next ten years she resumed the name of her late first husband, Glover. In meager circumstances, she was forced to move from one rented room to another.
All the while, she relentlessly sought to understand the power that had healed her. She had experienced a profound moment of spiritual clarity. But it was only a beginning.
She was nearly forty-five years old, impoverished, frail, and alone. Everything she accomplished would come in the forty-five years that lay ahead.