Twenty years ago, I had a friend who contracted polio from the vaccine. She struggled to walk with crutches and underwent many painful surgeries.
And no one said to her, "But, but, but...your polio would've been so much worse if you hadn't had the vaccine."
Twenty years ago we were too smart to say such cruel drivel. But now!?!
There's no greater gift than a strong immune system. I know because I didn't have one.
After being infected with staph infection at birth, I was admitted to the ICU and flooded with antibiotics by IV. Yes, it saved my life for which I'm grateful but I'm sure it destroyed by gut flora. That might explain all the screaming I did as a baby.
My tramatized mother responded by keeping me extremely sheltered. We used to laugh that all my baby pictures show relatives craning their necks to see me over her protective arms. No one but Grandma was allowed to hold me after my staph infection.
Naturally, when I went to school, I had no immunity built up and was constantly ill, constantly missing school, constantly digging myself out from under loads of homework. This went on for years.
Fast forward thirty years and after spending nine years in a tiny town (pop. 65), our immune systems have weakened. Because we rarely got sick, we considered ourselves very healthy when, in fact, we were very sheltered and thus very weak.
Even though the last two months since our move to the City have been spent fighting and recovering from one City illness after another, I'm grateful! Grateful for the City Cold I contracted in November. Grateful for the "City Flu of the Damned" we fought all last week and are still fighting. Grateful for rebuilding our immunity now before we get any older.
As my new job isn't scheduling me for many hours yet,
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