In 1897 my trouble began with what the doctor said was tumors of the breast. I was under his care for over a year and during the time he removed ten the largest the size of a goose egg and the smallest the size of a hickory nut. He said they would never return, but they did.
I continued taking medicine for the blood, thinking that would keep them from growing. In about two years I began to have dyspepsia and bowel trouble, also bladder trouble. I was treated by several physicians beside taking every patent medicine I could hear of. Instead of getting better I grew worse. Two years ago last April the doctor said I had ovarian tumors and an operation was all the help there was for me, and then I would be a well woman. I went to the hospital and had an abdominal operation. I was told then it would be a year before I gained my strength.
At the end of the year I was no better, and was told that another operation was necessary. I had concluded to have it done, thinking and hoping I would never live through it, as I came very near going in the other.
