An autobiography / by Edward Livingston Trudeau.

  • Edward Livingston Trudeau
Date:
1916
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Credit: An autobiography / by Edward Livingston Trudeau. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    and that of many others by the simple expedient of an abundance of fresh air! I remember that during the last week he lived I had to drink green tea every night in order to keep myself awake, but I held out to the end. He died one night, and after all I had seen him suffer the first feeling I experienced was one of thank¬ fulness that he was at rest. This was my first introduction to tuberculosis and to death, with which I had never come in contact before. Little I knew then how many hundreds of such death-bed scenes I should attend in years to come, in a life which has been spent in the midst of a perpetual epidemic of tuberculosis. It was my first great sorrow. It nearly broke my heart, and I have never ceased to feel its influence. In after years it developed in me an unquenchable sympathy for all tuberculosis patients—a sympathy which I hope has grown no less through a lifetime spent in trying to express it practically. Even now I love to think that my work has been in a measure a tribute from me to the brother I loved so well. For many months, in spite of the buoyancy of spirits which was ever natural to me, I felt like one who is stunned by a blow on the head, and I tried to forget my heartache by plunging into all sorts of occupations and amusements. My cousins did all they could to cheer me; my good friend, Mrs. Louis Livingston, invited me to her house
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