How tired am I? Even with the shower chair installed, I’ve been too fatigued to bathe, over these past two days. Luckily, several weeks back, I’d ordered moistened bathing cloths, seen on Shark Tank, which offer me an alternative method of freshening up.
Last night, I dreamt my hair was back. Earlier sighting of brows and lashes proved a tease—every wisp of eye enhancing definition, gone, again, with promise from everyone who has undergone chemo that lashes, brows and scalp will surely sprout, good as new. Face so round from steroids that with the absence of hair, everywhere, my smile resembles the happy face emoji. Luckily, this, too, shall pass, and brows, lashes and tresses shall, once again, be mine.
The tone of today’s text suggests my spirit lightening up in readiness for next infusion of chemo, this coming Wednesday. Though days tend toward long, somehow weeks fly swiftly by ...
Today, I found that my uncoiled anger has transitioned toward refueling common sense (necessary to unify solution seeking powers of separate factions of our population), which was absent when the release of emotional reactions raged, back and forth.
Having taken a brief break from Facebook, I found myself able to resume scrolling thru posts much earlier than originally anticipated for two reasons: Though fatigue remains my constant companion, my sense of fury, ignited by horrendous injustice, had served to heighten chemo’s sensations of physical agitation. Given time to calm down, eased my way toward regaining the zen state of mind that I find necessary to maintaining my hold onto sanity during months of battling cancer, which accentuates my need to submit to sequestering myself more stringently than others, being that I’m high risk along with the fact that mustering the energy to enjoy a walk outside is beyond me.
And secondly, as fury on Facebook, which polarizes people into actively antagonistic camps, has also calmed, I’ve been participating in proactive discussions filled with common sense concerning pressing need to legislate lasting change for the better. In other words, I believe that our nation’s nose dive into anarchy has galvanized our awareness of need to take serious steps forward, concerning inequality, which exacerbates injustice, rather than reverting back into complacency, as had been true each time protestors, along with rioters, were arrested by an over zealous police force in the past. Though attitudes of complacency prove classic, time for all to unite and create change is long overdue.
I believe that when considering need of change for the better, going on 300 years, many more people are beginning to assume proactive roles, voicing solidarity, openly, rather than watching from the sidelines, mouths agape, frustrations raw, each time brutality, based in inequality, repeats itself. Though historically, complacency has outweighed consequences that fit the crime, I believe that under trump, much of our nation’s populous (both red and blue) is finally awakening to the certainty that bullies must be called out at every level of leadership or anarchy reigns supreme.
Just as termites undermine the structure of a home until they are seen, I am hopeful that our eyes have finally opened more fully to hardships endured when large portions of our populous fall back into the mental state of complacency rather than addressing need to proactively unite so as to create lasting change for the better across the board.
Though in no way do I condone violence of any kind, history concurs that the squeaky wheel get the oil. It’s classic. On the other hand, lumping all police, together, is no different from feeling that all whites bully people of color. BTW, once more of us become aware of the fact that the majority of our police force is made up of minorities, our perceptions, concerning creating lasting change by adopting realistic attitudes, may rebalance so naturally as to draw people in separate camps, together, in ways that prove beneficial to one and all—and isn’t that the message sent by The Lady In the harbor, whose torch, held high, welcomes the downtrodden to live in a land free of unjust persecution. Annie 🙋🏻♀️🇺🇸
🙋🏻♀️❤️🌈🌻Annie
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