It is with a heart full of gratitude that I give this testimony, hoping it may be of benefit to some one seeking the truth. Six years ago, while living in Memphis, Tenn., I was suffering from a severe cold and cough, so I placed myself under the care of an eminent physician. After treating me for two or three months with no apparent success, he decided upon examination that tubercular disease existed. A further test was then made by the city chemist, whose diagnosis agreed with that of the other physician, and was so reported to my husband. Our physician immediately ordered me to Denver, so we went there at once.
On arrival we went to a lung specialist, who stated that the right lung was affected and that it would take a year to cure me, if I should live up to a strict diet and never be out in the rain or catch cold in any way. For the first two or three months I seemed to fail, but after that I gained in weight and felt much better, until one afternoon while out walking I was caught in a severe snowstorm, and before reaching home was thoroughly drenched. Having been told so often what to expect if this should happen, I immediately began to fear the consequences. My throat commenced to trouble me a great deal, and I did not get relief from the material means employed.
At this time my sister, who was visiting me, persuaded me to go to the lung specialist to see whether or not my condition was serious. When I walked into the office my first act was always to get weighed, but that afternoon the doctor insisted that I keep off the scales, as I was in no condition to know my weight. Disregarding his advice, however, I got on the scales, and the information thus gained was very discouraging. After examination he told me I was in a serious condition, that both lungs were badly affected, and that as I had lost my voice completely at times, my throat must be affected, so I must go to a throat specialist at once. Upon visiting the throat specialist he pronounced my difficulty a most serious tubercular one, and told my husband that he was throwing away money in trying to have me cured,—that it was his duty to send me home to die among relatives and friends.
