I trust the experience I have to relate may be as helpful to others, as many of those given in our periodicals have been to me.
About three years ago I fell on a frosty walk and caused an injury to the knee joint, which at the time seemed very slight indeed, although it became quite trouble some within three weeks, so that the help of a physician was necessary. His directions were followed, but the result was disappointing. He changed his mode of treatment, but again was unsuccessful. I submitted to baking and almost to boiling, but still the knee refused to obey. By this time I was using crutches, and all the time I tried to do the work that seemed to be demanded of me, though suffering much of the time. After more than two months of this my knee was put in a plaster cast, and I was kept in bed one month, my physician hoping this would effect a cure, but there was no change for the better and again I took up my duties and my crutches. Two months more of this hobbling existence and I was taken to a hospital where the physician in whose care I I was placed put me on my back and a nine pound weight was attached to my knee. In that position I was kept for three months, never allowed to rise nor turn over, never allowed, either day or night, to change my position.
When finally the time of my bondage was over, I could walk only with help; my physicians pronounced me cured, however, and I tried to believe them, although I did not regain the use of my limb as they had assured me would be the case. I was discouraged and heartsick, having used much time and money in a vain attempt to secure help.
