Reservation Life

While living on the reservation, one spring Ta’ei got chicken pox and pneumonia at the same time. Once again, I thought will I ever live through this? But, it is well documented that I did. We had a wonderful Navajo doctor, Dr. Little, from Page who didn’t require that we put him in the hospital. He made me promise that I would stay home with him and give him breathing treatments. After I said I would, they gave him two shots, one in each side of his little bottom. They were so painful that he cried and cried. Dr. Little sent us on our way with the breathing machine and promises of staying home.

What so impressed me was that the next day, after sitting up all night and rocking Ta’ei, Dr. Little came to the house to check on him and make sure he was okay. I was so grateful to a good man who knew how nervous and frightened I was. His visit reassured me that Ta’ei was going to be all right and that there were good men in the world. This was just one of many incidents that I had children sick or at the emergency room. It seemed like there for a while we were at the Dr.’s office all the time.