My father, a man of great virtue and resignation to the will of God, was much troubled to see me to continue so without any relief. After I had lain nine months, he was advised of a French doctoress lately come into England, and who was famous for many cures. It was said she had cured one of my distemper. All thought this woman was sent by God for my health. My father immediately sent for her. When she saw me, she said I was very weak, yet she doubted not but she should do me good. My father took her into the house for a fortnight or three weeks. I cannot be precise as to the time, yet it seemed to me very long. The very looks of her at first affrighted me, yet I called to mind the resolution made of obeying all for the love of God. She put me into a course of physic, as if I had never taken anything. She gave me strong vomits, and after that endeavoured to keep me in continual sweats, the windows shut and a fire in the room, and many clothes heaped upon me, and this in very hot and faint weather in the month of May. When my convulsions came upon me and I began to shake, she chid me for having caught cold: upon this, she would pin the bedclothes to my pillow as high as my head. If my aunt and sister had not relieved me, I think I should have been stifled.