Some twenty years ago I injured my ankle, and although I went under a doctor's care at once, it kept getting worse until there proved to be a very bad type of ulcer.
After trying three doctors in Nevada City, I came to San Francisco and received treatment from a celebrated physician there. After a thorough examination he told me he could not cure it, but might patch it up; all of which proved true.
I have had, in all, nine or ten doctors, have tried many home remedies, and some of those patent cure-alls, but all without any permanent benefit. The doctor who treated me in 1901 and the first part of 1902, advised an operation as the only chance of effecting a cure; but owing to my age, sixty-four, and also to advice I had received from celebrated surgeons, I thought it was taking too many chances of losing my limb and life, therefore declined.
