At the height of the “panic”, one of my IRL friends posted on Facebook that she’d just had a long conversation with her 15-year-old daughter, who was afraid of getting Ebola. She explained, as well as she could as a layperson, that this was not something we had to fear in this country.
I don’t think this was available at the time; if it was, she would probably have known about it too.
http://www.cdc.gov/vhf/ebola/pdf/how-talk-children-about-ebola.pdf
Medical history, and epidemics in particular, is one of my interests, so I’ve been following this story closely from the time I heard about the brewing epidemic last March. I don’t think these were the first or only Americans to contract Ebola and/or be treated here, either; I really believe that there have been others who were never correctly diagnosed, and either recovered or died while those around them thought, “What on earth is WRONG with this person?” Over the past few months, I’ve had to inform some people who had heard that the Ebola virus was created in a lab and thought it was a new disease, simply because they had never previously heard of it.
I recently re-read a book about Lassa fever, which is very similar to Ebola and was discovered in Nigeria in 1969; the book came out a few years later. That book mentioned some people who were thought to have Lassa fever but immunological testing proved they didn’t, and I honestly wonder if some of them had Ebola.
Just a few days ago, I found a podcast on You Tube of Dr. Brantly speaking at a Christian school in Atlanta, Probably within the past couple of weeks. Chances are, he was back in town for a checkup, and did have connections with that school. His sister and BIL had taught there, and he attended a basketball camp there when he was a teenager, and speculated that there was more to his invitation than just the basketball camp.
He also appears to be getting a bit of a belly on him, which may not be a bad thing considering how incredibly awful he looked when he was discharged from the hospital.
I finally realized what it was that he resembled, and it was the late-stage AIDS patients you used to see around all the time.
Until I saw him climb out of the ambulance and walk into the hospital, which I still can’t believe he did, I just figured that he and Nancy Writebol, who recently returned to Africa with her husband
would end up in an unmarked mass grave somewhere. I also believe that she in particular would have remained anonymous had they known this would be an ongoing news story that produced worldwide headlines.

