Article February 23, 1899 Issue

Experience of a Collegian

Eloise Cameron MacGregor

At the close of three years of arduous college work, in the spring of 1893, after repeated threatenings warded off by will-power, I collapsed with nervous prostration, but looked to the summer vacation to rest me as it had always partially done before. Being no better in the autumn, but rather worse, I began treatment with a physician who was a Harvard graduate, a lecturer in the Medical College here. I was told that it would take a year to cure me, and as, at the end of four months, the conditions had not even started toward betterment, we decided to make a change.

The new doctor said that it would take him, or any one else, three years to restore my health, and for over a year I took his medicine every two hours, but at the end was so far worse that he ordered me to bed, for he said it was impossible to keep any one with my will-power and energy from overdoing constantly. The claim then called itself prolapsus uteri, with other complications, and we consulted a specialist who was connected with a college here.

This third physician said that not one doctor in a dozen would know how serious the case was, but after three months' careful work he could effect nothing here, so advised a change of scene and environment. He had me moved to the ideal country home of some very dear friends, where I received the fondest care in the midst of everything heart could wish, according to the old way of thinking, but after sixteen weeks I returned home, discouraged, for an examination.

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