My dad Joe Vizzi had 2 bouts with TB in his lifetime. Once when he was 17ish he spent about 2 years in a sanitorium (JN Adams) in Perrysburg, NY and then again when he was around 30 he stayed in a local hospital. During the second bout, my mom had just given birth to my brother Anthony, I was not quite 2 yet and my brother Joe was almost 4.
My poor mom had her hands full taking care of a new born, two small kids and going back and forth to the hospital to visit her husband. If that wasn't enough, I became sick. They couldn't figure out what was wrong with me so they took all kinds of tests. They ruled out mono, leukemia and a number of other things. It was a mystery. So, as a last resort, the doctor suggested that my dad was released for the weekend to spend some time with me. The doctor just wasn't sure what was going to happen to me.
The weekend that he was released, almost the instant that my dad walked through that door, my fever went away and I was perfectly fine. The doctor said that he had no answers for what had just happened except his opinion was that I missed my dad so much I was heart sick.
Today I will miss my Dad as I do every day. Although, I will celebrate him and the fact that I loved him so much. You can't ask for anything better than that!