One fine day my wife had a really serious attack of bronchitis. As soon as I noticed that she was feverish, that her skin was hot and dry, that she breathed very quickly and that she had a harsh cough I gave her Aconite 3x at frequent intervals which seemed indicated by fever without perspiration, but there was no favourable reaction. My wifes temperature rose higher and higher and there was not a drop of perspiration. In accordance with the rule that if the patient fails to react a dose of Sulphur should to interpolated, i gave her a dose of Sulphur 4x which did not affect her in any war. Hot fomentations and hot footbaths also did not give relief.
The position seemed to be exceedingly serious, almost desperate, and I felt terribly worried. My wife complained about severe pain in the chest caused by her incessant coughing, she could no longer raise the phlegm, and I was afraid that she might be stifled by it. In my plight I grasped a bottle of Bryonia, mother tincture, put 2 drops into a glass of water, and intended to give her a table-spoonful of the mixture every hour. However, half an hour after the first dose a relieving profuse sweat welled up from every pore of her body and with its appearance the disease was vanquished. Her pulse became quieter, she fell into a sound sleep, and with the continued use of Bryonia my wife was completely restored in a few days and she is still alive on this day when I write these lines, which happens to be my seventy-ninth birthday. The longed-for miracle remedy had been found and it had proved its values in my hands in innumerable cases ever since.
