Andrew’s infant son had been diagnosed with cystic fibrosis. Shaking Leaf, the medicine woman, unwrapped the eagle feather and lit the dried sage in the sacred bowl.
“What is your son’s name?” Shaking Leaf asked.
“Cystic fibrosis? This is your way of saying there’s a problem with your son’s lungs?”
“Yes, it is.”
Shaking Leaf doused the smoldering sage and wrapped up the eagle feather.
“What are you doing? Why are you packing up your medicine kit? Aren’t you going to help?”
“Your boy is already protected.”
“What do you mean?”
“His protection lies within his name.”