ON HER DEATH-BED.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 8778, 15 November 1906, Page 1

ON HER DEATH-BED.

Mrs Francis Parkinson, Gladstone, Weeks in Adelaide Hospital. Saved by Dr Williams' Pink Pills.

i "When I was lying on my death-bed Dr Williams' Pink Pills saved my life," said Mrs Francis E. Parkinson, of Gladstone, . S.A. " For years I had teen failing, fill I was just skin and bone, and had not tha strength to speak. My heart was in such a state that my life was only hanging by a thread. I had a trained nurse, and the doctor often came three or four time's a day. For weeks -I lay in the Adelaide Hospital — but they couldn't save me, and I came home to die. As a last hope, I took Dr Williams' Pink Pills— and they cured me. No woman could ask for better health than I have had for tha last five years. " It was when we were Ihing at Collinsfield that my health began to fail," E&id, Mrs Parkinson. " I lost all heart for my housework, and wanted to be lying down every hour of the day. You had only to look at m© to Eec how wretched I was. My face got deathly palo. Even my lips lost their colour. My .cheeks ffcll in, and my eyes were sunk away back in my head. Everyone told me I looked like a corpse. My hands and feet were as cold as death. Every day I got thinner, till all my clothes were miles too big for me. I was just a living ' skeleton — and it was no use trying to build me up, -for I hardly ate enough to keep body and poul togetfier. Mr Parkmron sent five miles into Red Hill for the dootor, and he said that my blood was all turning to water. In spite of all he could do, I kept getting worse and worse. The doctor said my only chance was to go to the Adelaide Hospital, and Mrs Thomas Green took me down to the city. We drove fifteen miles from CollinFfield to the railway station at Brihkworth — and many of my friends were there to take their last look at me. 'You'll never come back alive. Mrs Parkinson,' were the last words my old doctor said to jie. "Not one of the doctors in the Adelaide Hospital could tell mo what was wrong with me. In a few weeks I was worse than ever. My nerves had all been shattered by the awful shaking they got coming down in the train. I was always on the tremble. The sound of the doctor's voice set me shaking like a leaf. My poor head was in a whirl. Day and night there was a dull, throbbing ache across my forehead. It was like a hammer coming down on my head every second. I held my hands to my temples, and prayed for mercy. My caee puzzled them all at tho hospital, and at last I told them it was no use me staying any longer. I was moved to the Invalids' Home at Semaphore— but that was no better. All I prayed for was that I might be spared to make that long journey back to. Collinsfield. where I could die at. home, with my family around my bedside." " Just five months after Mis Green brought me down to Adelaide Hospital, I got back Jp. _ Collinsfield," Mrs Parkinson went on. I had lived to disprove the words of my old doctor that 1 would never come horns alive. I was alive— but that was ' all ' I had.it the strength to put one foot before the other. Try how I would, I couldn't rouse myself to take any interest in things around me. My eyes were as heavy as lead, and I was too weary for words. There was only one lit place for me— and that was my bed In the mornings I woke with every bone in my body aching. Just over my hipa taere was a, dull, dragging pain that took ©very bit of strength out of me. My old doctor did. his best, by I could feel myself growing weaker every day. I had to be helped from room to room. I hardly knew how weak I was t:ll one -morning-, wlieu *r went' to get out of bed, my knees went from under me and I fell all m a heap. They had to lift me back to bed, and there I lay for the ne«ct six weeks Sometimes they moved m© ft >m the bed to the chair and back againbut it was too much for me. My strength kept ebbing away. My daughter, Harriet, had to feed me even, for I was far, too weak to hold a spoon to my lips. I could hardly spsak above a whisper. For four long years il^M \!?7 and eXpense {0 Out of tho*e four years I spent fully two years m bed For the hat twelve months^ was completely bed-ridden. «°nms x

" Tho end seemed near when tli© doctor found out that I had heart disease. For months I had had a strange uneasy feeling about my heart. It used to beat liko mad, and then stand stock still. My handa shook and my knees . trembled. The blood rushed to my head, and I suddenly grew dizzy and faint; Everything round mo was dim and muddled. I felt myself going into a swoon, and nothing could stop me. Even when I was lying in bed, these fainting fit* often camo over me. A smothering feeling caught me in the throat, and my breath came short and sharp. At night I couldn't sleep with the dread of sudden death. A stab of pain in the left side often made me think my last hour had really come. They didn't dare to leave me alone, and my daughter kept all worries back from me. She told me afterwards that they never knew the day when I would just fall back on my pillows — dead. " Little did I dream that the worst was yet in store for me," Mrs Parkinson went on. "All of a sudden I was taken bad one night, i The doctor said I had to have a trained nurse, and Mrs E. May, of Bundowie Street, was called in. For the next ' six months ehe nursed mo day in and day out. It was the change of life coming over me — art d no words can tell what I suffered. Without any warning. I felt myeelf growcold all over, and then the blood made one rush to my head. I burned liko fire, and the cold sweat rolled of! me. After that I was teo weak to lift a finger. If I moved in bed it brought on a fit of dizziness, and made my head ring. The furniture seemed to be swimming round and round, and I had to clutch at the bed to steady myself A horrible sick feeling took me in the pit of my stomach, and the next minute I was throwing up as if I was seasick. For months not a thing passed my lips but cornflour and- beef teai. A*ny solid food would have killed me. Every fit of vomiting left me with a thumping bilious headache The pain fc throbbed through my temples till I would , have screamed if I had the strength. Often •. the doctor was at the house three and four times in the day. One morning Nurse May had to send for him six times. He had never seen so bad a case, and he told the nurse he was afraid it was an internal tumor. At last he said he could do nothing more for me. From that on I just waited for the end, and prayed that God would take me quietly. Many a night those round my bed thought. I was at my last gasp. " Nurse May was the only one that did not give up hope," added Mrs Parkinson. "When the doctor gave me up. she begged me, with tears, to give Dr Williams' Pink Pills a trial. The first box or two did not seem to do anything but make me hungry. Inside another week it was plain that Dr Williams' Pink Pills were curing me. My headaches eased up, and I began to get back my strength. I lost the old uneasy feeling about my heart, and I started to put oh flesh. Soon I was out of bed and lending a ' hand about -the house. After that, it Was only a few weeks till I was as well as ever. It took 34 boxes of Dr Williams' Pink Pills to cure me — but they cured me for good. That year, at the Snowtown Show, people said that they never saw me .look so well. That was five years ago— and from that. day to this my health has been perfect. As long aa I have breath in my body I'll tell how Dr Williams' Pink Pills paved, my life." Dr Williams' Pink Pills do only one thing, but they do it well—they actually make new blood. They don't act on . the bowels. They don't tinker with mere symptoms. They won't cure any disease that isn't caused' by bad blood in the first place. But when Dr Williams' Pink Pills replace bad blood with good blood, they strike straight at the root and cause of all common diseases like headaches, sideaches and backaches, kidney trouble, liver complaint, biliousness, indigestion, anaemia., neuralgia sciatica., nervous exhaustion, failing powers' locomotor ataxia. and the special secret troubles that every woman knows, but that none of them like to talk about, even to their doctors. Dr Williams' Pink Pills are sold by retailers and the Dr Williams' Me£™m a ' Wellington-Bs * box, six boxes 16s 6d, post free. jgSg