Two Girls. Two Choices To Make

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We have two girls. Two girls who are rapidly growing into women. So the option of a vaccine that could deter cervical cancer was very welcome news to me, their mother. Now the New England Journal of Medicine is kinda shaking things up a little with their less than robust opinion of the
HPV vaccine and telling us all to slow our rush to judgement and vaccinations. Slow down and wait and see?? That I can do. Keep my two girls in a bubble and keep them from growing up and out...that I cannot do.

For anyone else out there who might be interested, take a look at the NEJM article and see what you think.

http://content.nejm.org/cgi/content/full/359/8/861, in case I failed again at link=word, but I think I might have gotten it :>). If so, gonna call it a night.

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  1. SanAugust 21, 2008 at 10:16 AM

    I used to get a newsletter from Christiane Northrup, MD. She has been skittish about the vaccine from the get-go. If I locate a link to what she has to say about it, I will let you know.

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  2. UnknownAugust 21, 2008 at 6:35 PM

    Thanks, would appreciate more input, esp for my younger daughter. College girl has made her decision, but she can benefit from the outliers to be alert for.

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