I fear I will not be on this earth much longer, so I pray to our gods to take care of my family and my new grandson when I am gone. The medicine man has been unable to cure this strange new disease. I have red spots on me, as though I have poision ivy. But the posion has gone deep into me and I fear I will die soon. The padre has called for his god to help me, but I have little faith in that god. I do not understand it. But I understand our gods, and I will entrust my spirit to them. I have lived a good, long life and I am ready.