Less than one year ago I was a nervous, irritable, almost a hopeless woman, doomed in my own thought to suffer all the ravages of consumption.
Severe hemorrhages, three years before, had left me in a state of helpless terror, which only those who have watched day by day for the oft-recurring and alarming symptoms can understand. My encouragement from medical advisers was slight, "with complete rest, freedom from care and responsibility, there was no immediate cause for alarm."
The busy housewife, doing her best on a limited income, knows just how impossible of attainment are those conditions. I had grimly determined to "stick it out to the end" without the help of doctors, since I was not in a position to obey their orders.
