I Will Not Ask For More

This title, which I stole from of Linda at Life on a Colorado Farm, gave me pause.

I’m typing this from my son’s hospital room. Andrew, 19, who gets wiped out by the common cold…


Psh! Men!

…but is otherwise healthy as a horse, active, joyful, and independent, contracted the Epstein-Barr virus and developed a disease known as mononucleosis, a.k.a. mono.


Don’t call it the kissing disease! He hasn’t been kissing anyone!

At best victims get a sore throat, fatigue, fever, and body aches that lay them out for a couple weeks and linger for about a month. Emphasis on at best. Swollen lymph nodes and tonsils are also typical. Common complications include an inflamed liver with associated blood problems, a swollen spleen, and nervous system issues. It usually takes two or three months to run its course.

Why am I being textbooky and boring? Because MY son can’t be. Oh no! He has only half of the normal symptoms, but the worst ones; the inflamed liver thing; and pneumonia, which is a WTH?! complication. So lots of things conspiring to keep him in the hospital.  And my child’s hospital room is my hotel room. Today there is lots more to ask for.


Cue the sad orphan.

I wonder how this scenario would have played out a hundred years ago, or more? Can you imagine? So often we romanticize the past, when people dressed nicer, had finer manners, or lived “simpler.”


When chivalry was alive and everyday life looked like fine art.

Honestly, though, how many of us would have survived to the age we are now? Would we still be able to see or hear? How many teeth would we have? Or limbs? How much pain would we live with every day? If I had been born a century earlier I probably wouldn’t have survived childhood. My daughter wouldn’t have survived infancy. My 19-year-old son would be dying right now.

To be sure, modern medicine isn’t perfect, but today we are here. We have lived to adulthood serviceably intact. Andrew is ill and uncomfortable but far, far from death.  Today, I will not ask for more than that.

11 thoughts on “I Will Not Ask For More

  1. I know I would have been dead looooong time ago nene, probably wouldn’t have made it to see 19. I remember my mom giving me Castor oil for everything, headaches, sore throat, you name it, ain’t that stuff illegal now? LOL!

  2. Oh, gosh! I’m so sorry Andrew is not feeling good…(understatement at best). I’m glad you used the title…it fits. Health, and getting well, we really can’t ask for more!

  3. will say healing prayers; i had mono at 21 and 42, plus Epstein Barr Virus; and struggled for years; finally got better; used steam bath; moved to fresh air in Seattle, but just outlived it; i wish you and him tremendous success;

    • Yikes! I didn’t know you could get it more than once! This is the common Epstein-Barr version, he just had an insane reaction to it. He is home now and doing much better. Thank you for the healing prayers. ❤

  4. I’m very sorry to hear that your son is so ill, but your observations are really apt. Recently I did a little research on Rheumatic Fever of long ago. I have a beautiful photo of my mother-in-law’s little sister who died at three from prolonged illness, we recall from stories as Rheumatic Fever. In 1906 when she died, RF was a complication from Scarlet Fever or other diseases we rarely see today. And of course many, many young children died from what we now think of as ordinary childhood illnesses. Still, for your son, this is a major setback, and I hope he does very well and is feeling strong again soon! I hope your “hotel” is treating you as well as possible!

    • Thank you, Debra. He’s home and on the mend now. He got excellent care at Huntington, though I don’t recommend it as a hotel. Good food, bad beds, and staffed by vampires. 😉 We had a conversation about forgotten illnesses, too: polio, measles, smallpox, cowpox…did you know there even was such a thing?!…and how the flu was practically a death sentence. Thank goodness they don’t think he had any kind of a super bug, just an awful personal reaction.

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