Consumption.

Oamaru Mail, Volume XXXIII, Issue 9297, 25 June 1906, Page 4

Consumption.

W. J. SYMOXS, BROKEN HILL, IX A GALLOPING DECLINE. SPITTING UP HIS LIFE BLOOD. TWO DOCTORS GAVE HIM U; . LUNGS NOW SOUND AS A BELL. DR WILLIAMS' PINK PILLS. "Two doctors gave me up to die in consumption—but thanks to Dr Williams" I'ink Pills, my lungs are now as sound as a bell," said Mr William James Symons, who is now at work again as Road Foreman for the Municipal Council, of Broken Hill. To put the facts beyond all doubt, Mr Symons had his statement put in writing and solemnly swore to it before his lifelong friend Josiah Thomas, M.H.R., the member for the Barrier in the Commonwealth Palriament. "It is just on seven years ago since my lungs got bad," said Mr Symons, who lives back of Plant and Temple's Store in Chape! street., Broken Hill. ■ "'I was working at the North Junction Mine then, and liad to stand in water pretty well all the time. A.heavy" cold put me diown on my- back with Influenza. For weeks I neveT left. my.-bed! The doctor came to 'ase :ine 'every day. That will show you how bad'l was. When. I got on my feet again; T was a WTeck. It was all I could do ~to drag, my legs after me. My back aclied with a- dull" dragging poin every hour of the day. My whole body felt- battered "and bruised. 'For five' solid months I was too weak to do a stroke of work, f My lungs had -never' shaken off tile old cold. It •; was cough, cough,- cough the •whole day long. I brought up a UTiible lot- of phlegm streaked - with . blood. , It took the 'heart out of me .every time I started to spit blood, for I-Knew it was a sign ijiy lungs were .going. .'."The doctor did; his'flevel "best for. me,. ;but I kept on losing", weight .and: strength," 'added Mi Symons." "My ches{;jras''all AiW. inside, and if,'was "like'a big teulsSVmadernea'th jny, shoulder blade. Profi'-there the: pain bored through my lungs day- and night.' I could neither sleep nor eat. No matter -what there -was for _ dinner, . I could never- get up an : appetitite. ,1 "vras took, weals to lift, a saucer, to: my Meat -was-out oi tlw question, foe stny=tiling solid! day on my ~ chest like a'-Junp) :<>£<fead. It 'seemed .to. draw-my cliesi

tight, aud crusli all my ribs together. Often it was afL I could do to get my breath. Some morning, when I got out of bed I coughed till too weak to move. I "was just spitting my life away. "Mrs Symo.ns said she could see me getting thinner every day. After a few weeks of this, I began- to lose heart, and thought I would never get well again. My nerves went to pieces in 110 time. 1 could never keep my hands steady. They trembled so that X could not sign my name. If a knock camo to the door it sent my heart into my mouth, and I shook from hea<l to foot. Even the children got on my nerves, and I couldn't bear to hear them* flaying about. The minuto they came home from school their mother made them take their shoes off and go about in their /stocking feet. Every sound set me shaking as if I had the ague. I was just a weak, nervous "wreck. It was not one night in seven that I got a goad sleep.l used to wake up with a start and lind a cold sweat standing out all over me. These night sweats drained away all the strength X had left. I got so weak that 1 had to take to bed—and X never left it for nine weeks. All that time I had to bo wailed on hand and foot. It was all 1 could do to sit up while they turned my pillows. , Even that made my heart throb aud jump till I fairly gasped for air. "Often 1 almost choked for want of breath. It was just as if something pressed on my lungs and wouldn't let them work light. A horrible tickling came in my throat, and made me cough and spit until I "hadn't- an atom of strength left. Every cough tore my lungs and set them bleeding. I got so thin that my bones started to come through my skin. 1 couldn't- bear even the bed clothe* to touch me. Bed sores started to come all over me. My elbows and shoulders and hips were covered 1 with them. My blood was in a vile state. In fact, I believe there was more medicine than blood in my body. In spito of all the doctoring, my case was getting more hopeless every day. My cough never eased up for one half-hour. With every lot- of phlegm 1 brought up moTe blood. It was plain to everyone that I was in Consumption. "1 was just hovering between life and death when my wife's mother. Mrs Scoble, wrote for me to go flown to Moonta for a change. The doctor said I would never Teach Moonta alive, but Mrs Symons knew that it was my only hope, and she begged me to go. Xover will I foget- that terrible time in the train. Everyone said it | was my last journey in this world. \ I had to have brandy and port wine every half-hour to keep my heart beating. The guard was nfraidw I would die in the train. When we got to Gladstone, I was too weak to go any farther. They had to carry me out of the carriage to the merest hotel, and there I lay just able to breathe. Little by little, I came round again, and they put me on board the next train for Moonta. I was anxious to get the journey over, so that I could die among my wife's people, and not among strangers. Every jolt of the train racked mo from head to foot, and my heart stopped. bo-ating every time a door slammed or the whistle blew. When we got to Mo:>nl«, I fainted. My mother-in-law was there to meet me, and she got the statibnmn«(or to carry me out to a- cab. After reaching Mrs Scoble s • house I lay for hours more dead than alive, with my life just hanging by a thread. "As a last hope Mrs Bcoh]<» sent for the beet doctor in Moonta—but -he held out no hope whatever. 'My man.' he said to me. 'you are a complete wreck. Your blood is no better than water, and your lungs are gone/ From that out. I sank lower and lower. I was just on the verge of the grave, when I started Dr Williams' Pink Pills. The second box made me hungry for every meal. After that my cough began to ease up. I grew stronger, and gained in weight every day. My hands got steady, and my heart- gave me no trouble. Weeks went by. and I had no more fainting fits. Before a month was out I had stopped spitting blood. From that on my lungs had a chance to heal. In ( the end Dr Williams' Pink Pills built mo up into a strong, healthy man, with, lung.s * as sound as a hell. While I have breath in my body I will tell everyone how Dr Williams 1 Pink Pills cured me of Consumption. To-day I work as hard as any mail I know. Tlioto is not a. stronger man in Broken Hill." t Dr Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People cure Anramia. and. the first signs of Consumption. because they actually make new r blood. That one thing .is all they do—bni they do it well. They don't act on {lie bowels. They don't tinker with symptoms. They go right down io the root of the matter in the blood, and cure that, In that simple way they strike straight at the cause of all blood diseases like rheumatism, neuralgia, sciatica, backache, indigestion, debility, spinal weakness, and the secret sufferings that only a woman knows. But. of course, imitations or substitutes can't cure yon. You must get the genuine Dr Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People—always in boxes, never in bottles. At all chemists and storekeepers, or sent, post free, by Dr Williams' Medicine Co.. Wellington. on receipt of price, 5s a box, six boxes for 16s 6d. Letters asking for ad vice answered free.