All the twisting themselves into pretzels to come up with a reason she died ignored the obvious: Thus could have been completely prevented by one simple action—the MMR vaccine. The extremes they will go to in order to deny the benefit of vaccines would be laughable if it weren’t so sad.
I don't really remember having been ill with measles, pre-vaccine, but definitely remember awakening in hospital, weeks later, due to the distortion of facial expressions of loved ones gathered from afar, when viewed through the wavy vinyl of an oxygen tent. Pneumonia
The next year was epidemic rubella. Still pre-vaccine. In retrospect, probably the best timing, because the year after that, my kindergarten teacher was of child-bearing age. Got a pass.
First grade, chickenpox (not an MMR thing, but also now preventable). My parents left me home alone to attend my beloved uncle's wedding. (I swear the purple papier mâché creature I sent along with them as a wedding gift was in no way meant to spread any contagion. As far as I know, no one got chickenpox from the wedding, likely because everyone got it, before we had a vaccine.)
Second grade, I signalled the teacher sub-rosa I needed to speak privately (having leart some excessive manners, by then); disclosed that I should definitely go home as soon as possible, because I had mumps (still no vaccine). She asked how I knew, and apparently "trust me" was an inadequate response; the school nurse immediately sent me home, with alacrity.
Thank you for this. It more or less echoes what I said yesterday to a rabid antivaxer I am debating on line.
If she’d had the MMR, she would not have got measles (or any measles complications).
This is reminiscent of the antivaxer influenza stance… they don’t die from influenza, they die from pneumonia!
All the twisting themselves into pretzels to come up with a reason she died ignored the obvious: Thus could have been completely prevented by one simple action—the MMR vaccine. The extremes they will go to in order to deny the benefit of vaccines would be laughable if it weren’t so sad.
This one I take personally.
I don't really remember having been ill with measles, pre-vaccine, but definitely remember awakening in hospital, weeks later, due to the distortion of facial expressions of loved ones gathered from afar, when viewed through the wavy vinyl of an oxygen tent. Pneumonia
The next year was epidemic rubella. Still pre-vaccine. In retrospect, probably the best timing, because the year after that, my kindergarten teacher was of child-bearing age. Got a pass.
First grade, chickenpox (not an MMR thing, but also now preventable). My parents left me home alone to attend my beloved uncle's wedding. (I swear the purple papier mâché creature I sent along with them as a wedding gift was in no way meant to spread any contagion. As far as I know, no one got chickenpox from the wedding, likely because everyone got it, before we had a vaccine.)
Second grade, I signalled the teacher sub-rosa I needed to speak privately (having leart some excessive manners, by then); disclosed that I should definitely go home as soon as possible, because I had mumps (still no vaccine). She asked how I knew, and apparently "trust me" was an inadequate response; the school nurse immediately sent me home, with alacrity.