It's becoming obvious that vaccines have been tossed into a pot that already contains politics, religion, abortion and money. These are topics that sensible people avoid discussing because they trigger polarizing arguments that rarely change adult thoughts or behaviors, but some of us are stubborn and sometimes you have to try. This weekend, I had a dust-up with an anti-vaccine advocate that will help explain why a photo of an iron lung is being used as the lead-in to this week's musings.
For those too young to remember the polio outbreaks of the 40's and early 50's, an iron lung probably resembles an artifact from a diving expedition gone wrong. These cylinders, fiercesome as they appear, created negative chambers that saved the lives of children whose lungs no longer functioned because the muscles controlling respiratory function were paralyzed by the disease. While heads and necks extended beyond the machine, bodies were completely enclosed by the cylinders which had openings in the side for examination and care of the afflicted children. I can't imagine how frightened these children and their parents must have been.
Sometimes the past is prologue. This weekend Bob and I attended a home show here in Eugene. It was one of those annual affairs where you never know what you'll find. The surprise this year was the Rotary Club display that included an iron lung. The "lung" surfaced in the basement of a local hospital when it moved from one location to another. The hospital donated the machine to the Rotary with the caveat that it never be returned to them. Globally, the Rotary has raised 2 billion dollars as part of its "End Polio Now" campaign, and they thought it could be used in fund-raising promotions. It was here that I encountered the very vocal anti-vaccine advocate. All causes have good and bad spokespersons. This woman was intent on making a scene and trying to intimidate two people who had given up their afternoon to highlight a special Rotary program. We helped moved the inquisitor on and had a lovely conversation with the volunteers about the campaign. Polio was common when I was a child and I was impressed with the magnitude of the Rotary's accomplishment.
1948 was a bad year for my family. Beginning in February, my brother, sister and I came down with measles, mumps and chicken pox. Not all at once mind you, but in domino fashion. First 3 passes at measles, then 3 at mumps and finally 3 at chicken pox. If that wasn't enough, my sister came down with scarlet fever and we were quarantined for an additional 3 weeks. I suspect my mother was ready to throw herself on a sword at many points during that winter of our discontent, but she was an upbeat sort and was sure things could get no worse. Wrong. She had surgery in early June and before she could completely recover, polio was diagnosed in the neighborhood. As it turned out, we were geographically in the center of an epidemic and our neighborhood formed a distinctive cluster of cases. By mid-July, 7 cases had been reported, all within easy walking distance of our home, and several of the kids in the neighborhood gang were among those infected. George and Norma are the only two that I remember. George was the brother of my best friend Clair, and while his was not an easy recovery, he regained use of his legs by Christmas of that year. Norma was not so lucky. She had bulbar polio and was confined to an iron lung. Her family remained in the neighborhood for another year, but we never saw Norma again. I have no idea how long she was confined to the machine. I haven't thought of her for years, but I hope, like George, she eventually recovered and was able to lead a normal life.
The rest of us were kept close to home and it would be September before we'd see all our friends again. Repeated washing of hands with a chlorine solution, mandatory rest periods and avoidance of crowds were the de facto orders of the day. It is hard to describe to folks who haven't lived through quarantine, the fear and sense of confinement it produces, even in the very young. It must have been agony for our parents to watch the progression of the disease as it moved through the community, all of them trying to determine times of exposure and incubation periods, while at the same time praying, like the Israelites of Exodus, that this modern plague would bypass their homes. This was a neighborhood that would queue for the polio vaccine when it became available. No questions asked.
So, this morning I couldn't help but wonder what the grand inquisitor from the home show thought when she read that the World Health Organization was sending a million doses of cholera vaccine to Haiti. In the midst of that filth and rubble how vocal would her objections be. Please don't misunderstand. I respect her decision to make choices for herself and her children, though there is a large part of me that is grateful that the unvaccinated members of her family don't attend school with my grandchildren. I've lived long enough to know that I can't change her mind, but I think you've also guessed there is not a chance in hell that she will change mine. Bob and I are probably the only two people in our community who have received yellow fever inoculations. Hey, come the revolution......
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Thank you for this. I too am old enough to remember those terrible epidemics. In my neighborhood, every summer was "polio season." We all knew children who had braces on their legs, who had been left with paralyzed limbs, who had lost siblings to polio or to one or another of the diseases now avoidable because of vaccines. What parent wants to expose their child to avoidable suffering? I don't understand these anti-vaccination people.
Having grown up in the same time period I say, "Right on" Those illnesses were no fun to live through.
Absolutely! But her decision about NOT vaccinating her children can affect others too young to be vaccinated, with tragic results...so shortsighted...thanks for moving the "blowhard" on!
Thank you, thank you & I 'll say it again. I too lived through the polio years & remember standing in long lines to get the vaccine when it was finally available. I would tell the objector to keep herself & kids at home under quarantine so they cannot bring harm to others.
Fantastic post, thank you.
I remember it well ... the fear and the confinement, no dipping in the local swimming hole after Fourth of July, and the eventual queuing up at school to receive some of the first polio vaccines. I can only guess, like you, the sighs of relief at the conquest of this dreadful disease.
My mother lived through, with most of her auburn hair intact, three kids with measles, whooping cough, chicken pox, and so on ... and I was usually the one who brought the misery home in the first place! I hope she forgave me.
Then there was the T & A epidemic, remember that? Every kid in town was forced into the hospital for a tonsillectomy (including all of us), but some didn't come home ....
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