From Timothy Seitz-Brown and here’s Timothy’s blog:
Fourth of July weekend, 2000… hot dogs, hamburgers, and BBQ chicken on the grill. Over by the pool, my oldest son, CJ, undergoes a metamorphosis, turning into a deathly pale ghost. We take his temperature, and it is in the triple digits–105 degrees. And now, pardon the image, he becomes a vomit factory in addition to a ghost.
Ann, my wife, calls the doctor. We get an emergency on-call appointment with the physician. Unfortunately, the doctor struggles with the diagnosis until—it hits us—it might be malaria. Sure enough, the doctor runs the blood tests and CJ tests positive for the Big M. [Read more...]




































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