It is perhaps needless to state that I isolated her with a nurse she had never seen before, and that for seven weeks she saw no one else save myself and the attendants.
The full schedule of diet was reached at the end of a fortnight, but the chloral and morphia were given up at the second day.

She slept well the fourth night, and, save that she had twice a slight return of polyuria, went on without a single drawback.

In two months she was afoot and weighed one hundred and twenty-one pounds.

Her change in tint, flesh, and expression was so remarkable that the process of repair might well have been called a renewal of life.
She went home changed no less morally than physically, and resumed her place in the family circle and in social life, a healthy and well-cured woman.
I might multiply these histories almost endlessly.

In some cases I have cured without fattening; in others, though rarely, the mental habits formed through years of illness have been too deeply ingrained for change, and I have seen the patient get up fat and well only to relapse on some slight occasion.
The intense persistency with which some women study and dwell upon their symptoms is often the great difficulty.