BED-RIDDEN FOR YEARS.

Lyttelton Times, Volume CXIV, Issue 13878, 12 October 1905, Page 5

BED-RIDDEN FOR YEARS.

——» —— CRIPPLE IN BALLARAT HOSPITAL. MRS BROADBENT, OP BEAUFORT, SAVED FROM DEATH BY ■ DEi WILLIAMS’ PINK PILLS. /■ ~ ' “Three months after my little girl Myra: was bom I took Rheumatic Feven,”- said. Mra Charles Broadband, Georgs Hotel, Beaufort'. “For eight iong years I suffered the greatest pain a ■woman, oouid bear. For two years ! never left my bed. X lay on my back suffer--ing untold torture in the Ballarat Hospital for ten months, but the cleverest - -doctors in' the city could do me no good. I was • a crippled wreck till Dr Williams’ Pink Pills put me on my feet, strong and well' again. “X had just finished washing” explained Mrs Broad bent, “when a helpless feeline cam© over me. Next, minuraa X was stretched cm the floor like dead. For two hours I lay in a trance. Everyone thought I was dead. It makes me shiver now when I think of It., This was the start of Rheumatic Fever, which the doctor said was apt to lead to sudden death, from Heart Disease at any time. ' “ -.Never to my dying day ©hail I foiget what I went,through.. Often I shrieked with agony. I was wrapped in flannels and blankets—and even, the touch of these almost sent me mad. At night the sweat roiled off me unrii' I thought I would’ die with sheer weakness. I dared not leave the blankets off. for the doctor said a sudden chill meant certain death. My joints were so stiff that I, could not bend my elbows or knees. I could not turn in bed to .save my fife. Every halfhour I would call my son to move mo. I was', the most miserable woman on God’s oaxrh. “Just to show you... how. bad I was,” Mra Broadbent wont on to say, “my daughter Alice used to clap boiling hot cloths on my hands, knees .and feet, but I would never know they were there. . ‘Take them away, I would moan, ‘they’re no good, I can’t even feel them.’ The.pain 1 suffered' was enough to kill twenty people. It was no, wonder ,my nerves broke down. The least noise irritated me. Even the shutting of the bedroom door jarred me. Every day I wished myself dead. I was a burden to myself and, a terrible/expense to' my husband. The best treatment did me no good. “At last the doctors, told Mk Broadbent they could do no more for me. * Her only, hope is the Ballarat Hospital,’ they said. So they carried m© on a stretcher to' the buggy. There, propped up with pillows, I was dnvan six miles to the station. Every time the trap jolted. I felt as if all my bonce were broken and my flesh battered and bruised. . Words cannot describe what I suffered on that trip. At the train jay friends crowded round 1 mo to have a last look at mo. ‘ W.e’H never see, the .poor thing back alive,’ one of them said. “ So it’s no wonder my case is th® talk of ■ Beaufort and Ballarat. At the Ballarat Hospital! they put me under chloroform, to straighten my leg—but they only made it fifty times 'worsen and -Jts stiff as poker. For ten long months..-! lay in cease!ess agony,, day and night. My oae© baffled nearly all the doctors' in Ballarat. After a year I wa® carried helpless from th© Hospital as crippled -and as pain-ranked as .when 1 went ;

in. «By this time,” continued Mrs Broadbent, “my whole health was wrecked. The Rheumatic poison inflamed my kidneys. Fresh , torture beset me. My hack was one. dull, dragging, gnawing ache the live-long day.. Every now and then, sharp, shooting pains darted' through...my loins. . Often I fainted' from sheer pain. and. weakness. One look would have shown you how bad X was, for . my skin. was. parched and yellow as gold. “I had given up all hope, when a, girt whom I had met in the Ballarat Hospital wrote Ho me saying that Dr Williams’ PinkPills had cured her of hip disease. She begged mo to try them. When they oured one cripple, I thought they might .at . least ease my pain. I tried them—and they certainly saved my life. ■. , “ Soon after starling Dr Williams Pink Pills,” concluded Mia Broadbent, “I got a, wonderful appetite. Then the pain began.-to ease un so that I could get a little sound sleep. “ Soon I lost that old downhearted feeling. I picked up hone, and kept right. on with Dr .Williams' Pink Pills. After three boxes, mother said to me, ‘ There’s ' a brightness in your face that I haven’t seen for years. You look five years younger.’ Prom that time on I gained, every day. _ Bel fore long X was able to 1 get about again on crutches. The neighbours could scarcely believe their eyes. At last I was able to throw, my crutches a-way—and now X am a etrong, healthy, hard-working woman. When., Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills saved my life they; worked a downright miracle.” ; Dr Williams' Pink Pills cured Mrs Broadbent because they struck straight at the root and cause of her crippling Rheumatism. They don't bother with mere symptoms. They don’t act on the bowels. They do only one thing, but they do it well—they actually make now blood. . Xu that way they root out the cause of all common blood diseases like amomia, indigestion, biliousness, headaches, backaches, kidney trouble, lnmbago(, rheumatism, neuralgia, sciatica, spinal weakness, and the special secret ailments of girls and women, who suffer unspeakably when the richness and regularity of their blood becomes • disturbed. But you must got the genuine Dr Williams’ Pink Pills, sold by chemists a-d storekeepers, or sent post paid by the Dr Williams' Medicine Co., Wellington, on receipt of price—3s a box, six boxes 16b 6a. 225 ’