The Black Death - diary accounts.

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The Black Death

26 March 1348

The new trade routes to our country have brought many new thing, new medicines, new medical ideas and new ways to kill our people. The most vicious of these is the Black Death. I heard about how this sickness had affected many of the busiest port towns, but I never thought it would affect my small rural community. How wrong could I have been? It has now taken so cruelly the lives of my mother and many of my close friends. Only last week, I remember sitting at my mother's bed side dampening her forehead with cool water on a flannel in an effort to keep her fever at bay. My husband and father were also gathered around me, offering support. We prayed twice every day, asking for Gods forgiveness. But the illness just took a firmer grip on my mother's life. She developed painful swelling on her armpits and groin and smaller blister appeared all over her body. The fever stayed and soon turned into a raging headache. We gave her herbs and took her to see the local medicine man, but nothing worked. After five days of pain and