I remember as a child receiving my first small pox inoculation. At that time I was a real “scaredy cat” when it came to needles, doctors, dentists and all that jazz. Mother took me into Dr. Bruce Terrill’s office at the Stephenville Hospital where I was born. He had me sit down, and just as he started to inject me I began screaming and jumping – having a real hissy fit; and I think he told me that the needle, a tiny little thing, hit my arm about 10 times. Therefore, I have a huge small pox scar.
Now, however, I understand the necessity for such things. I still don’t like needles, or dentists for that matter, but I understand and try to do the right thing to protect my health from all those dangerous bugs out there.
And, believe me, they are out there!
At church last Sunday my friend Mary told of her 16-month-old granddaughter who was diagnosed with whooping cough just a couple of weeks ago. Whooping cough in this day and age!
Before Mary and her husband went to help their son and his family, they checked with the doctor and discovered that their last tetanus shot did not contain whooping cough vaccine as it used to. They, therefore, went to the pharmacy and got a booster. Then they were able to go and help with the baby’s recovery. And, by the way, they learned whooping cough is a bacterial infection, treated with antibiotics, but it is quite contagious.
Several months ago I talked to a young mother who refuses to have her children vaccinated for anything. I realize there are some cons to vaccinating people – giving them a live virus or bacteria – but, you know, in the majority of cases it is life-saving, and, for that matter, it’s planet saving as well.