Crippled Hand and Foot.
RHEUMATISM AND DROPSY MRS E. MADDAFORD, BALLARAT SEVEN YEARS OF TORTURE BED-RIDDEN AND PARALYSED SIX DOCTORS GAVE HER UP ACTIVE AS EVER TO-DAY DR. WILLIAMS' PINK PILLS. " Six of the best doctors in Melbourno and Ballarat gavo me up after I had suffered something awful for seven years with Rheumatism," said Mrs Elizabeth Maddaford, 101 Skipton St., Ballarat. " I was crippled hand and foot—and that was after I had spent over £2OO in trying to get cured. The last doctor said I would never walk again. Often I had to scream with the agony. The pain wore me down till I was just a wreck of skin and bone. Night after night 1 prayed to God for death. At last, Dropsy set in to end my misery. I swelled up to twice my size, and lay there bed-ridden for weeks. My friends were simply waiting to hear of my death. Yet here you see me to-day, bustling about the house as lively as if 1 had never had a day's illness. And I owe it all to Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People. They drove the Rheumatism clean out of my system, and set me on my feet again as active as ever. My cure is a positive miracle* "' It was when we were living up at Giralambone, near Bourke, over in New South Wales, that I had my first taste of Rheumatism," said Mrs Maddaford. " That must be fifteen years ago or more. My ankles started to swell for no cause at all. The pain was terrible. Nothinggave me an hour's ease. The swelling spread up both legs till I could hardly walk. 1 couldn't even got round the table leaning on it all the way. My knees got so stiff that it brought the tears to my eyes every time 1 tried to move. As the day wore on I was able to get about a little better—but next morning 1 was worse than ever. It was all 1 could do to get out of bed, I was so stiff and sore. Every bono in my body ached, and often I could not get dressed with the pain. As sure as there was a change in the weather, my joints burned like tire and kept me in agony. Often I lay on the sofa moaning all day. It was no use me trying to do a hand's turn. I had to get a girl in to look after the house. In spite of all the doctors, the Rheumatism kept spreading. Inside of ten months 1 was a cripple. " The pain broke down my nerves, and wrecked my whole health. T hated the sight of food, and often went a whole day without a bite to eat. No wonder 1 soon began to loose all strength. For days on end, I didn't know what it was to have an hour free from a backache or a headache. At the back of my head, the pain kept thumping away, day and night, like a battery <>n a mine. I was too wretched and miserable for words—for there wasn't one doctor in the lot that gave me any hope. For seven long years, I never went outside the house. "Allthis time I kept getting worse and worse," Mrs Maddaford went on. I couldn't walk from ©ne room to another without a stick. My knees creaked every step I took. My joints were just beds of pain. Little by little, the Rheumatism spread to my arms. I couldn't put my hands above my head to save my life. You never saw a bigger cripple. I was all bent down on one side. I lost the use of my arms and legs. Even my hands were paralysed. When I tried to raise a cup to my lips, it fell to the ground with a crash. All my muscles were drawn tight with the pain. Every move was like tearing the flesh from my bones. The agony was something awful. Often I had to shriek aloud. The tears rolled down my cheeks in a steady stream. When thay went to shift me from one side of the bed to the other, I screamed at the top of my voice, and begged for mercy. "No living woman ever suffered such agony. Many a night I prayed to my God for release. What good was life to me 't All the doctors said my case was hopeless. At last an answer seemed to come to my prayers. Dropsy set in to ease my pain. My ankles got to lie tho size of milk jugs. My legs swelled bigger and bigger. Soon the Dropsy spread all over my body. Every morning my eyebrows were puffed, and my cheeks were swollen. I could hardly see out of my eyes. My flesh Mas as soft as dough. When I pressed my lingers on my logs, I could actually bury thorn in the flesh. I just lay there in my lied waiting for the Lord to take me. •• I had given up hope long ago, but still people kept telling me every day about Dr Williams' Pink Pills," 'added Mrs Maddaford. •' At last, I sent down to Palmer, the chemist in Lydiard St., for half-a-dozen boxes. Jt really seemed a waste of money, for how could Dr Williams' Pink Pills do me any good when six doctors had given me up ? All the same, 1 made up my mind to give them a fair trial—and 1 couldn't deny that the first couple of boxes gave me a better appetite than I had had for years. In another week, it was plain that Dr Williams' Pink Pills were going to cure me. Little by little, the Dropsy went down. The pain in my legs and arms eased up, and I could move my joints once more. As my strength came back, I was able to get up and walk about the house. It took fifteen boxes of Dr Williams' Pink Pills to get the Rheumatism clean out of my system—but I don't think they ever had a harder case to cure. Now lam in perfect health, and take a delight in keeping going all day with my housework. These last few years, 1 have never had a single twinge of Rheumatism -so that proves that Dr Williams' Pink Pills cured me for good. I owe my life to them." Dr Williams' Pink Pills worked this miracle by actually making new blood for Mrs Maddaford. They do just this one thing—but they do it well. They don't act on the bowels. They don't bother with mere symptoms. They just strike straight at the root of all blood diseases like anaemia, skin trouble, biliousness, indigestion, liver complaint, headaches, backaches, kidney troubles, lumbago, rheumatism, sciatica, nervousness, neuralgia, general weakness, decline, consumption (in its early stages), locomotor ataxia, and the secret ailments that come to girls and women when their blood becomes weak, impure, or irregular. But, of course, yon must get the genuine Dr Williams' "Pink Pills. Sold by retailers and the Dr Williams' Medicine Co., Wellington, at 3/- a box, six boxes for 16/6, post free.
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Cromwell Argus, Volume XXXVII, Issue 2008, 1 October 1906, Page 6
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