On his death bed, again

My oldest son called me from school yesterday and I knew immediately he was sick (not the "I don't want to run the mile in PE sick"). He sounded horrible. He was half wispering, half crying. "I think I have lukemia" he cries. "My head hurts, my neck hurts, my spine hurts, my legs hurt, everything hurts really bad!" I try my motherly, words of comfort and assure him he is not dying. No such luck, he doesn't believe me. So...I call the doctor. She says there is a flu going around that is accompnied by severe body aches but, she would be happy to see him if it would help ease his mind. On my way to pick him up I think about the situation. I smile, he is really becoming a man! This is his second deadly disease this year.