An antibiotic is the reason why I am here, but it's not the reason why you probably think.....
Cheesehead posted about the misuse of antibiotics in the world today and my haven't they been? However, I wanted to share a little story with you and why it hits a soft spot with me.
If it weren't for antibiotics, I wouldn't be here today.
My parents met during the late 1940s, not sure of the year, under circumstances that less than ideal. Mom had been a student in college and Dad was working. Mom got sick at college, really sick. Well, their illness is how they met each other as both were in a tuberculosis sanitarium. I don't know how long they were there, but I know that Dad had been placed on a medicine that was experimental at the time. Streptomycin was the name of that new drug, and from what I understand, Dad was very very sick. Well, Dad lived to tell that story. Antibiotics were the miracle drug.
So, as a young child, when we were sick (and it seemed like we were alot - but that is when we all got measles, chickenpox, mumps,etc) we went to the doctor and we got an antibiotic or a shot (I always knew if I went to one of the pediatrician, he would give me a shot. The other one would just give me a prescription. Guess which one I liked going to?).
Dad is no longer with us on this earth, but Mom is. When she goes and gets her chest xray, there is calcification spots showing from when she had tuberculosis. And.... when she gets sick with respiratory stuff, she gets antibiotics.
The mentality of antibiotics being needed for every infection, especially respiratory, is hard for some to shake. Antibiotics were and are a matter between life and death for some. We now know that antibiotics will not treat every infection.
So.... Cheesehead's posting jogged a little story to share that gave me time to reflect as well as to see how medicine has changed over the years.
So.... I am here on this earth today because streptomycin saved a man's life. And that man was my Dad.
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