ON HER DEATH-BED.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume LV, Issue 8607, 15 November 1906, Page 6

ON HER DEATH-BED.

Mrs Francis Parkinson, Gladstone

" 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 been failing, till I was just skin and bone, and had not the strength to speak. My heart was in such a state that my life was only hanging by a thread. I bad a trained nurse, and the doctor often came three or four times a day. For weeks I lay in the Adelaido Hospital; but they couldn't save me, ancl 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 the last five years. " It was when we were living at Collinsfield that my health began to fail," said 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 me to see how wretched I was. My face got deathly pale; even my lips lost their colour. My cheeks fell in, and my eyes were sunk away back in my head. Every one 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 soul together. Mr Parkinson sent five miles in to Red Hilt for the doctor, 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 Collinsfield to the railway station atßrinkworth, and many of my friends were there to take their last look at me. ' Youll never come had: alive. Jfrs Parhinsonf were: the last words my old doctor said to me.

" Not one of the doctors in the Adelaide Hospital could tell me 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 case puzzled them all at the 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 Collinsiield, where I could die at home with my family around my bedside. "Just five months after Mrs Green brought me down to Adelaide Hospital, I got back to Collinsiield," Mrs Parkinson went on. " I had lived to disprove the words of my old doctor that I would never come home alive. I was alive—but that was all. I hadn't 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 fit place for me—and that was my bed. In the mornings, I woke with every bone in my body aching. Just over my hips, there was a dull dragging pain that took every bit of strength out of me. My old doctor did his best, but I could feel myself growing weaker every day. I had to be helped from room to room. I hardly knew how weak I was till one morning, when I went to get out of bed, nay knees went from under me and I fell all in a heap. They had to lift me back to bed and there I lay for the next six weeks. Sometimes they moved me from the bed to the chair and tack again—but 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 speak above a whisper. For four long years, I was such a worry and expense to them all that I wished I was out of the world. Out of those four years, I spent fully two years in bed. For the last twelve months, I was completely bed-ridden. " The end seemed near when the doctor

Weeks in Adelaide Hospital Saved by Dr. Williams Pink Pills

found out that I had Heart Disease. For months I had a strange uneasy feeling about my heart. It used to beat like mad, and then stand stock still. My bauds shook, and my knees trembled. The blood rushed to my "head, and I suddenly grew dizzy and faint. Everything round me 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 fits often came 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. The doctor said I had to have a trained nurse, and Mrs E. May, of Bundowie St, was called in. For the next six months, she nursed me day in and day out. It was the change of life coming over me—and no words can tell what I suffered. Without any warning, I felt myself grow cold all over, and then tbe blood made one rush to my head. I burned like fire, and the cold sweat rolled off me. After that, I was too 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 corn-Hour and beef-tea. Any solid food would have killed me. Every fit of vomiting left me with a thumping, bilious headache. The pain throbbed through my temples till I would have screamed if I had the strength. Often the doctor was at the house thrte or 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 tfce 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 that old uneasy feeling about my heart, and I started to put on ilesh. Soon I was out of bed; and lend ing a hand about the house. After that, it was only a few weeks till I was as well as ever. It took thirty-four boxes of Dr Williams' Pink Pills to cure me—but they cured mc 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 as I have breath in my body, I'll tell how Dr Williams' Pink Pills saved my life."

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