extraordinary measures

i could feel the pain from the tip of my head to the sole of my feet....even my privates hurt...i could not distinguish between the pain and the itch...it hurt all around...i rolled on the bed, on the floor, cyring weeping....trying anything to stop the pain...my mother watched with pain in her eyes...we had tried everything....we had been to the doctors the day before for the meds....but the itch and the pain lingered....and my mothers sorrow lingered...she could feel the pain in her soul...every wail, every shout...every tear i shed went straight into her heart and peirced a hole right through her left ventricle...my brother and sisters laughed...i did look funny...rollin on the floor and wailing...and in my pain ...through my pain..i appreciated the humor...it made me hope for a day when i too would laugh...but now all i could do was wail and cry....

so in her misery...my mother seeked advice from any source...any friend who had the cure to my suffering...and on that faithful evening...when i was only about ten years old...and when my world was as red as the atmosphere in mars...my mother laid me down on the bed...naked....and covered me with juice from her kidney...yes her urine...that was the cure to my disease...my measles...and that was the depth of a mothers love....going to extreme to make her baby smile...and as i lay down on the bed...naked and covered in urine...all i could think about was how much better i felt....and all was good again...those are the depths of my mothers love...i love you mom