One day, indeed, at the close of a
sitting of the Commission, Sir John (then Mr.) Aspinall came over to
where I sat, and said: "How ill you have looked all day, Tatlow; what is
wrong?" By the time March, 1907 came round, finding I could go on no
longer, I went to London and saw three medical men, one of whom was the
eminent surgeon, Sir Mayo (then Mr.) Robson. He, happily, discovered the
cause of my trouble, and forthwith operated upon me. It was a severe and
prolonged operation, but saved my life and re-established my health. Not
until late in July was I able to resume work--an enforced absence from
duty of four long months. In this absence my three assistants carried on
the Commission work with great efficiency. It was a trying experience
that I passed through, but from it I gathered some knowledge of what a
man can endure and still perform his daily task, and what the value of
true and sympathetic friendship means to one in a time of suffering. It
was during this illness that my friend, F. K. shewed what a true friend
he was. He, and my dear kinsman Harry, devoted themselves to me,
especially during my convalescence, giving up their time ungrudgingly and
accompanying me to the Mediterranean and elsewhere.
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