I sat on the padded table, Reagan propped on my knee. The appointment was for my four-month-old daughter. Our family doctor was about to bring the nurses in to inject Reagan with vaccines for polio, diphtheria and influenza. I shuddered at the thought. Medicine intimidated me, the sight of a syringe sometimes causing my arms and legs to tense up and my stomach to constrict until I nearly felt I would blackout. “I’ll bring the nurses in to administer the shots.”