Part of my PhD education was in history of childhood (Anglo-American). For hundreds of years, parents were devastated when their infants and kiddos died of diphtheria, tuberculosis, scarlet fever, mumps. Or when babies were born with horrible, untreatable disabilities +
Because the mom had or was exposed to rubella (German measles). Beloved siblings, friends, neighbors died or were disfigured from smallpox. In a time before decent care for the disabled, being blinded, losing hearing, developing other post-illness disabilities was catastrophic
Mary on Little House on the Prairie went blind after scarlet fever. Helen Keller went blind & deaf after a similar illness. The pages of fiction and diaries and nonfiction are overflowing with dead children & disabled teenagers because of illnesses, and grieving families.
Men, and some women, devoted lifetimes to researching these diseases in an effort to find a way to prevent them. Lady Mary Wortley Montagu brought back smallpox inoculation from Turkey, where Arab doctors had been doing it for years
Lady Mary's brother died of smallpox, and she herself was disfigured by it. She was desperate to protect her children from it & saw inoculation being practiced in the Ottoman Empire. It was a HUGE breakthrough. Jenner's cowpox vaccine was a goddamn miracle.
The history of medicine is fascinating & revolting but every treatment & every preventive measure comes about because of the heartbreak of severe illness and death. By the time Maurice Hilleman got to cranking out vaccines, there was big money in it but that wasn't his motivation
Hilleman is responsible for vaccines for strains of hepatitis, meningococcus, measles, mumps, and rubella, as well as the combined MMR. Millions of children are alive, with full use of their limbs and eyes and ears because of Hilleman.
There are a lot of years between now and the nights of mothers anxiously sitting over their feverish, struggling children, wondering if the whooping cough or tb will take that child from her before sunrise. I hate that we've lost sight of those anxious, dreadful nights.
If people read the young reader book Race Against Death, and saw how death stalked the children of Nome, AK in the guise of diphtheria; if people read Jo's agonizing bout with smallpox in Bleak House, or the grief-stricken letters of bereaved parents, they would not, COULD not
Demonize immunologists, vaccines, vaccine science the way they do.
It beggars belief that people who are perhaps only alive today BECAUSE of vaccines think those vaccines are bad, harmful, etc.
Get your kids & yourself vaxxed.
Note: it's imperfect & focuses on Balto, who was NOT *the* hero dog but you know, they were ALL good dogs and heroes. My 2nd grade teacher read this to us in 1986 & I've been mildly obsessed ever since. a.co/d/fxsDR48
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There are two (2) raccoons at least. I do not have skills, tools, materials, knowledge, or patience to properly board over the ceiling holes but i did the best i could. My arm hurts like fuck from having all my nerves & veins pinched off while my arm was extended. I am so tired
Of dealing with this. I don't know how to fix it. I can't afford to hire a raccoon trapper guy. No one seems to know a guy with a gun who wants to shoot raccoons. I'm about one more sleepless night away from murdering them with a fucking claw hammer. But then more will show up
I'm going to have to become my own guy with a gun to murder them but i can't afford that shit either. And I'm squeamish about murdering things & disposing of their dead bodies.
This SUCKS.
It is my mom's birthday. She would be 75.
If you can do something kind for someone today, please do it. @cheryl_marlin and @astrotoya could use some help (in search of
Enfamil AR for her little baby!) @jaymanji_ could also use some help! Or your local animal shelter!
Or just go one step out of your way for someone. Hold a door for a person with a stroller or carrying something. Compliment a stranger. Stick up for trans & queer kids. Wear a mask in public. Neighborly stuff.
My mom was pretty great. And funny. She loved disney stuff & cats.
She liked books & chocolate cake & m&ms. She always picked blue. She was sarcastic & generous & thoughtful. She liked the San Francisco Giants & naps & daisies. She liked interesting names & puns & the news & stickers. She remembered all the important things going on.