In past readings, I told about having the kids down with chickenpox for Christmas. Today it is an ordinary cold, but for little Russell.
Even if I didn’t catch any of the colds our children had, I continued to suffer. I had to take care of everyone and of course, I worried that the cold would turn into something worse.
This column retells the wrestling matches I had trying to get cold medicine down Russell’s throat. Let me say, it wasn’t easy.
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