Charlotte died, along with her unborn child, on 31 March 1855, at the young age of 38. Her death certificate gives the cause of death as phthisis (tuberculosis), but many biographers suggest she may have died from dehydration and malnourishment, caused by excessive vomiting from severe morning sickness or hyperemesis gravidarum. Early in 1855, Charlotte "was attacked by new sensations of perpetual nausea, and ever-recurring faintness. After this state of things had lasted for some time, she yielded to Mr. Nicholls' wish that a doctor should be sent for. He came, and assigned a natural cause for her miserable indisposition; a little patience, and all would go right. She, who was ever patient in illness, tried hard to bear up and bear on. But the dreadful sickness increased and increased, till the very sight of food occasioned nausea. 'A wren would have starved on what she ate during those last six weeks,' says one." Friends encouraged Charlotte with the thought of the baby that was coming. "I dare say I shall be glad some time," Charlotte would say, "but I am so ill, so weary..."
Charlotte wrote:
"I am not going to talk of my sufferings, it would be useless and painful. I want to give you an assurance, which I know will comfort you, and that is, that I find in my husband the tenderest nurse, the kindest support, the best earthly comfort that ever woman had. His patience never fails, and it is tried by sad days and broken nights."
And she said.....
He will not separate us, we have been so happy.
She and Arthur were so happy...I'm thankful that she was at least able to experience such love even if only for a very brief time. I wish Ellizabeth Gaskell would have been there, she might have been able to help...she alluded to this fact herself and was a bit upset that she wasn't contacted.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenThoughts are with Charlotte this day...♥
xo J~
I am not going to talk of my sufferings, it would be useless and painful. I want to give you an assurance, which I know will comfort you, and that is, that I find in my husband the tenderest nurse, the kindest support, the best earthly comfort that ever woman had. His patience never fails, and it is tried by sad days and broken nights."
BeantwoordenVerwijderenCharlotte had written so often of her unsureness about her marriage to one and all before it took place, that when it happened and was happy, on her dead bed Charlotte wrote to Nell and Amilia Taylor with a moving urgency to get it across to them that yes, dear friends, it was the right choice , so right.
It's almost like Charlotte was sending telegrams, such was her determination they understand this point while she could still scrawl with a pencil. I believe it wighted on her...and while she still could, Charlotte wanted to set the record straight for all time.
She should be believed