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    Small Steps: The Year I Got Polio
    Small Steps: The Year I Got Polio
    Small Steps: The Year I Got Polio
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    Small Steps: The Year I Got Polio

    By Peg Kehret

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    1996 Golden Kite Award for Nonfiction
    1997 ALA Notable Books for Children
    1997 Top Ten Quick Picks for Reluctant Young Readers
    1997 Pen Center USA West Literary Award
    1998 Dorothy Canfield Fisher Book Award (Vermont)
    1998-1999 Mark Twain Award (Missouri)
    1998 Joan Fassler Memorial Book Award
    1998-1999 Texas Bluebonnet Award, Runner-Up
    1998-1999 William Allen White Master Reading List (Kansas)
    1998-1999 Pennsylvania Young Readers' Choice Award Master List
    1998-1999 Sequoyah Book Award Master List (Oklahoma)
    1998-1999 Volunteer State Book Award Master List (Tennessee)
    1998-1999 NH Great Stone Face Children's Book Award Master List
    1999 Sasquatch Reading Award Master List (Washington State)
    2000-2001 Iowa Children's Choice Awards Master List
    2001 Rebecca Caudill Young Readers' Book Award Master List (Illinois)
    2001 Young Hoosier Book Award
    2015 Bluestem Book Award Master List

    In a riveting story of courage and hope, Peg Kehret writes about months spent in a hospital when she was twelve, first struggling to survive a severe case of polio, then slowly learning to walk again.

    Peg Kehret was stricken with polio when she was twelve years old. At first paralyzed and terrified, she fought her way to recovery, aided by doctors and therapists, a loving family, supportive roommates fighting their own battles with the disease, and plenty of grit and luck. With the humor and suspense that are her trademarks, acclaimed author Peg Kehret vividly recreates the true story of her year of heartbreak and triumph.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlbert Whitman & Company
    Release dateJan 1, 1996
    ISBN9780807574607
    Small Steps: The Year I Got Polio
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    Peg Kehret

    Peg Kehret has written more than forty-three books for young people, and many have won numerous awards. Her books include mysteries such as Earthquake Terror; Five Pages a Day, the story of her life as a writer; and Shelter Dogs: Amazing Stories of Adopted Strays.

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    • 5/5
      This is one of my favorite books. I would highly recommend it.
    • 5/5
      Great memoir of a specific time in author's life. Hard to imagine the fear that this disease must've caused and how wonderful that it is no longer a threat thanks to vaccinations. As Kehret mentions, she wept with joy when her own daughter was inoculated. From being paralyzed from the neck down at age 12, to walking again at age 13, her account of this year of her life made me very grateful for small mercies.
    • 5/5
      Very good book, written for a young adult. Really helps you to understand what it was like for the author to face a life with polio
    • 4/5
      Peg Kehret shares her personal experiences with a disease that has been all but wiped from the world through childhood vaccinations. Her account is honest at its core with memories that will make you smile and some that will make you cry.
    • 4/5
      When Peg was 12 years old she got polio. At first she was paralyzed from the neck down, but she gradually got better and eventually learned to walk again. This is a very accessible account of one child's battle against a debilitating disease.
    • 5/5
      Small Steps is a wonderful autobiography and simply heart-warming. I couldn't put it down and was just so fascinated by how it was like to be diagnosed with polio. I would definitely recommend it!
    • 5/5
      that I knew she would be ok after she got paralyzed

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    Small Steps - Peg Kehret

    Prologue

    Before a polio vaccine was developed, polio killed or crippled thousands of people each year. A president of the United States, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, got polio as a young father. He spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair, using hip-high leg braces and a cane when he needed to stand to make a speech.

    Children, however, are more likely to get polio than adults are. It is a highly contagious disease, and in 1949 there were 42,033 cases reported in the United States. There was only one case diagnosed that year in Austin, Minnesota: a twelve-year-old girl, Peg Schulze. Me.

    The disease’s full name is poliomyelitis, or infantile paralysis, but it is usually called polio. The polio virus attacks the nerve cells which control the muscles of the body.

    If damage to the nerve cells is slight, the muscle weakness will be temporary. If the virus kills many nerve cells, paralysis will be extensive and possibly permanent.

    There is no cure for polio. There are no miracle medicines to stop the damage to nerve cells or repair those already damaged.

    When I began to write about my polio days, long-forgotten memories bubbled to the surface. I was astonished by the intense emotions these memories brought with them. Those months, more than any other time of my life, molded my personality.

    Since I have no transcript of these events, the dialogue is not strictly accurate, but the people mentioned are all real people. The incidents all happened, and the voices are as close to reality as I can make them.

    Although I used fictional techniques to write this book, I can verify my feelings about everything that happened—and feelings are the most important part of any story.

    1: The Diagnosis

    My ordeal began on a Friday early in September. In school that morning, I glanced at the clock often, eager for the Homecoming parade at four o’clock. As a seventh-grader, it was my first chance to take part in the Homecoming fun. For a week, my friends and I had spent every spare moment working on the seventh-grade float, and we were sure it would win first prize.

    My last class before lunch was chorus. I loved to sing, and we were practicing a song whose lyrics are the inscription on the Statue of Liberty. Usually the words Give me your tired, your poor… brought goosebumps to my arms, but on Homecoming day, I was distracted by a twitching muscle in my left thigh. As I sang, a section of my blue skirt popped up and down as if jumping beans lived in my leg.

    I pressed my hand against my thigh, trying to make the muscle be still, but it leaped and jerked beneath my fingers. I stretched my leg forward and rotated the ankle. Twitch, twitch. Next I tightened my leg muscles for a few seconds and then relaxed them. Nothing helped.

    The bell rang. When I started toward my locker, my legs buckled as if I had nothing but cotton inside my skin. I collapsed, scattering my books on the floor.

    Someone yelled, Peg fainted! but I knew I had not fainted because my eyes stayed open and I was conscious. I sat on the floor for a moment while my classmates collected my books.

    Are you all right? my friend Karen asked as she helped me stand up.

    Yes. I don’t know what happened.

    You look pale.

    I’m fine, I insisted. Really.

    I put my books in my locker and went home for lunch, as I did every day.

    Two days earlier, I’d gotten a sore throat and headache. Now I also felt weak, and my back hurt. What rotten timing, I thought, to get sick on Homecoming day.

    Although my legs felt wobbly, I walked the twelve blocks home. I didn’t tell my mother about the fall or about my headache and other problems because I knew she would make me stay home. I didn’t want to miss that parade.

    I was glad to sit down to eat lunch. Maybe, I thought, I should not have stayed up so late the night before. Or maybe I’m just hungry. As soon as I eat, I won’t feel so weak.

    When I reached for my glass of milk, my hand shook so hard I couldn’t pick up the glass. I grasped it with both hands; they trembled so badly that milk sloshed over the side.

    Mother put her hand on my forehead. You feel hot, she said. You’re going straight to bed.

    It was a relief to lie down. I wondered why my back hurt; I hadn’t lifted anything heavy. I couldn’t imagine why I was so tired, either. I felt as if I had not slept in days.

    I fell asleep right away and woke three hours later with a stiff neck. My back hurt even more than it had earlier, and now my legs ached as well. Several times I had painful muscle spasms in my legs and toes. The muscles tightened until my knees bent and my toes curled, and I was unable to straighten my legs or toes until the spasms gradually passed.

    I looked at the clock; the Homecoming parade started in fifteen minutes.

    I want to go to the parade, I said.

    Mother stuck a thermometer in my mouth, said, One hundred and two, and called the doctor. The seventh-grade float would have to win first place without me. I went back to sleep.

    Dr. Wright came, took my temperature, listened to my breathing, and talked with Mother. Mother sponged my forehead with a cold cloth. I dozed, woke, and slept again.

    At midnight, I began to vomit. Mother and Dad helped me to the bathroom; we all assumed I had the flu.

    Dr. Wright returned before breakfast the next morning and took my temperature again. Still one hundred and two, he said. He helped me sit up, with my feet dangling over the side of the bed. He tapped my knees with his rubber mallet; this was supposed to make my legs jerk. They didn’t. They hung limp and unresponsive. I was too woozy from pain and fever to care.

    He ran his fingernail across the bottom of my foot, from the heel to the toes. It felt awful, but I couldn’t pull my foot away. He did the same thing on the other foot, with the same effect. I wished he would leave me alone so I could sleep.

    I need to do a spinal tap on her, he told my parents. Can you take her to the hospital right away?

    Dad helped me out of bed. I was too sick to get dressed.

    At the hospital, I lay on my side while Dr. Wright inserted a needle into my spinal column and withdrew some fluid. Although it didn’t take long, it was painful.

    The laboratory analyzed the fluid immediately. When Dr. Wright got the results, he asked my parents to go to another room. While I dozed again, he told them the diagnosis, and they returned alone to tell me.

    Mother held my hand.

    You have polio, Dad said, as he stroked my hair back from my forehead. You will need to go to a special hospital for polio patients, in Minneapolis.

    Polio! Panic shot through me, and I began to cry. I had seen Life magazine pictures of polio patients in wheelchairs or wearing heavy iron leg braces. Each year the March of Dimes, which raised money to aid polio patients and fund research, printed a poster featuring a child in a wheelchair or wearing leg braces or using walking sticks. The posters hung in stores, schools, and libraries—frequent reminders of the terrible and lasting effects of polio. Everyone was afraid of polio. Since the epidemics usually happened in warm weather, children were kept away from swimming pools and other crowded public places every summer because their parents didn’t want them exposed to the virus.

    How could I have polio? I didn’t know anyone who had the disease. Where did the virus come from? How did it get in my body?

    I didn’t want to have polio; I didn’t want to leave my family and go to a hospital one hundred miles from home.

    As we drove home to pack, I sat slumped in the back seat. How long will I have to stay in the hospital? I asked.

    Until you’re well, Mother said.

    I caught the look of dread and uncertainty that passed between my parents. It might be weeks or months or even years before I came home. It might be never; people sometimes died from polio.

    That fear, unspoken, settled over us like a blanket, smothering further conversation.

    When we got home, I was not allowed to leave the car, not even to say good-bye to Grandpa, who lived with us, or to B.J., my dog. We could not take a chance of spreading the deadly virus. Our orders were strict: I must contaminate no one.

    Karen called, Mother said when she returned with a suitcase. The seventh-grade float won second prize. I was too sick and frightened to care.

    Grandpa waved at me through the car window. Tears glistened on his cheeks. I had

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