I exposed my mother to rubella when she was pregnant with my little brother. He died twelve hours after he was born.

My sister-in-law, a now-retired school teacher, developed pertussis after being exposed by one of her students who had not been vaccinated. It took her nearly two months to recover.

I remember my parents and my grandmother and my aunts and uncles telling me stories about polio, and summers spent in fear.

Being the daughter of a biochemist, I often find myself sitting on my hands after reading the latest stupid, idiotic, outrageous pseudo-science blatherings from a misinformed, miseducated, misguided moron. They've all perfected the art of sticking their fingers in their ears and singing, "lalala I can't hear you!" It makes me so very, very angry.

*checking out Trolls With Wooden Spoons*