IN CONSUMPTION.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXVII, Issue 3, 21 July 1906, Page 48

IN CONSUMPTION.

Alice Sycamore, Invercargill, Coughing Up Her L.ife Blood Heart Disease and Dropsy Her Death Looked for Daily Another Life Saved Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. “Nine years ago I whs dying of Consumption. said Miss Alice Sycamore, 122, Crown St.. Invercargill. “Month after month. I wasted away. I looked like a Death’s head. My sisters dreaded being left in the same room with me. When I was asleep they used to cover my face up with a cloth. I was just skin and bone. My cough seemed to tear my lungs to pieces. Often I fainted dead away out of sheer weakness. Even after 1 had suffered like tills for twelve long years. I would not give up hope. I was on the verge of the grave when I made ii|> niy mind to try Dr. Williams’ Pink Pi I Is* for I'ale People—for I had read how they had cured many other cases, when doctors had failed. They changed me from a dying Consumptive into the strong -healthy woman that you see me to-day. I owe my very life to them. “I was only fifteen when I started to slip into this Decline?’ Miss Sycamore went on. “Everyone told me how deadly pale I looked. Even my lips lost their colour. AU my blood turned to water. When 1 hold my hands up to the ight, you could almost see through them. When I let them fall by my side, they swelled as if I had dropsy in them. That shows what a vile state my blood was : n. My feet were always cold and clammy. My flesh got flabby, and soon I got dreadfully thin. My cheeks fell in. and my eyes grew large and staring, as if they were going to bulge out of my head. If I did a hand's turn, it left mo all of a tremble. Sometimes I had not the strength of a kitten. I soon got too weak to be any help to Mother about the house. It I shook the tablecloth, my heart jumped and fluttered for the next hour. I just hated the thought of having to do anything. I could never get that weary fee’ing out of my bones. I was always tired, and my back was never done aching. I wanteil to lie down all day long. Nothing had any interest for me. I didn't want to see iny girl friends, and they all thought I had grown bad-tempered and irritable—but they all knew how ill 1 was. Sometimes 1 lost heart, and thought 1 would be happier in my grave. “The doctor said that I ought to go for a walk in the sunshine every day—but sometimes I had hardly the strength to put one foot before the other. Suddenly the blood rushed to my head, and my brain whirled round and round. Then my knees would give way, and I would drop in a <lead faint. Many a time 1 had to be carried home. Once I was driven nine miles over a rough road to my brother’s at Forest Hill, Winton, and the continual jolting started me spitting blood. I fainted at the end of the drive. For forty-eight hours I lay in a trance—as cold as ice. The doctor could not bring me to my senses for two days. 1 was as stiff and rigid as iron. When I came round I was weaker than ever, and my memory was gone. Everyone said • was in Consumption. “My lungs were so weak that a few steps made me gasp for breath. Any little excitement would send me into Hysteries. My nerves were in such a stale that often Hie tears ran down my cheeks with Neuralgia. Terrible splitting headaches nearly drove me mad. In fact, my whole health failed. Every part of my body was in pain. A peculiar stomach disorder made my breath very foal, and destroyed all my taste for food. My teeth decayed, and 1 could digest nothing — for even a morsel of meat gave me frightful pains under the breast bone. I dreaded meal-times. My appetke was faddy. Sometimes I conkl not eat a bite — and at other times I would have given worlds for something or other that wasn’t on the table. I hardly ate enough to keep body and soul together. - Every day I got thinner and weaker. “Ductor after doctor told mother there was absolutely no hope lor me.’’ adued Miss Scyaniorc. “They said that, sooner or later, I would till a Consumptive's grave. At last, my long struggle for life seemed coming to an cm! for deadly Dropsy set in. My legs and body swelled up with water. 1 could not close my eyes, and used to sleep with them staring wide open. During my Decline. I had got terribly thta »ind frail but the Dropsy spread so quickly that I soon weighed list 21b. 1 was a terrible sight to see. “All this went on for twelve years. Every month I got worse. At last, 1 was too weak to be taken upstairs. 1 had lost nil hope of ever getting bettor, but mother got it into her head that Dr. YVlllinms* Pink Pills would cure me, even if the doctors couldn’t. The first two or three boxes gave me a wonderful appetite, and made me stronger. It was three or four weeks, however, before the Dropsy

began to go down. . After that, I toolt Dr. Witiiams* lUnk I‘ilis regularly after each menl, and lost 2st fMb in -three Rvery 4fcwe helped to work the water <»ut of my blood. Ten bo&es of l»r. WiiHtims’ Pink Pitta filled my veins with new, red blood -and this healed my lungs and swept them clear of the deadly germs of ennsu in pt km. 1 am uow a strong, healthy woman -and 1 have been so ever since Dr. Williams’ Pink Pilis saved me from the grave.” Miss Sycamore’s case is, indeed, a miracle. It baffled doctor after doctor. In the end Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills cured h.T just as they cure all diseases that ar© caused by bad blood. In fact, they actually make new blood. They do just that one thing—but they do it well. don’t act on the bowels. They don’t bother with mere symptoms. They won’t cure any disease that isn’t caused < riginaily by bad bleed. But that is the tause of all common ailments such as anaemia, decline, general weakness, ba-kaches, headaches, indigestion, rheumatism, nmralgia. sciatica, partial paralysis, and locomotor ataxia. If offered a substitute,send for the genuine to the Dr. Williams* Medicine Co., Wellington—3/- a box. six boxes 1(5/6, post free. I.<«tters asking for medical advice will be answered free.