Frailty, thy name is Buster

Regular readers know that my son Buster is many things – personable, thoughtful, funny, chop-bustery, musical, insightful and, at times, surprisingly deep. He swims. He boxes. He throws the shot-put. He lifts weights. He is a brawny, deep-voiced 6ft tall, 200lb teddy bear.

He is also, in terms of his immune system, one of the frailest human beings on the planet, who catches everything that comes his way. No germ can cross his path without leaving its mark…and school has begun!

And, I admit, since he went most of the summer without being sick, I sort of fell down on the job. I had allowed to lapse the regimen of multi-vitamins, green health drinks and cups of both black and green tea (high in anti-oxidents) I had been foisting on him daily by the end of last term. And so…let’s see…school started last Wednesday, right?

Today we were in the doctor’s office dealing with a wicked cough. He actually started getting sick on Monday, so this is a new record. “What do you do in school,” I asked Buster in exasperation, “do you lick the desks?”

“Good thing you came in,” the doctor said as he listened to Buster’s wheeze and observed his clammy face, “you really didn’t want to be dealing with pneumonia again!”

Indeed, we did not.

The good news is, it’s not pneumonia and Buster is already feeling better with one dose of the meds. And his brother’s tests have come back negative, so “J” is ok, too. I thank you for your prayers, which I am convinced make a difference in all things.

But my teapot is now primed and my vitamin-supply is now restocked. I am going to get this kid through to December, at least, without incident!

Pray for me…and for your frail future president! :-)