something to laugh about

 

True story.

Yesterday I learned, via Facebook, that an old friend of mine had died. Our friendship dated back to the 1970s when her husband and I were in residency together, when she and I were both pregnant at the same time, and we both chose the same name for our first-born sons. Her son, however, died in a car crash in his twenties. I hadn't seen her for years, but she seemed to be in good health at our last visit together.

I called a mutual friend to confirm the news. Yes, she had passed, the cause of her death apparently some variation on the theme of dementia. We were the same age. 

Surprising. Very sad. A little scary. 

Yesterday's phone call lasted over an hour as we reflected on our shared friendship over the years. And then, the storytelling started. Like the time she handed a waitress her library card instead of her credit card and the hilarity that ensued. This drew forth a few chuckles. And then, more stories. And more laughter.

It occurred to me that this may be a worthy goal in life: to leave people laughing when they remember us. 

Respect and admiration are nice.  Affection is lovely. Sorrow is natural. But laughter! 

"Laughter is the best medicine."

~various attributions~

jan

how much more can we take

 

I decided to surrender and post another political rant. After all, I'm not the kind to march in the streets, and I've already shared my thoughts, in writing, with every member of Congress and with Governor Newsom. Still, we're all being urged to do something to support the survival of our democracy. And what I do is write.

As a health care provider, I have a special interest in the changes that have been made to what has proven to be a safe and effective program of immunization against dangerous and preventable infections for many years. We are already witnessing a resurgence of these diseases. Children are suffering, even dying, because of it. 

I'm also not happy that the food pyramid has been turned upside down.

On a personal note, I am especially concerned about the threatened incursion into Greenland as I am planning to visit Norway in March, and I prefer not to be regarded as the enemy when I get there. That is, if the airspace stays open.

I could go on.

Here's the thing. I am reluctant to add my thoughts to the mix for several reasons. First, IMO, we've heard enough. We know all we need to know about who Trump is and what we can expect from him. We don't, or shouldn't, need to hear any more political commentary, any more lofty speeches, or probing interviews to know what kind of trouble we're in. To know how dangerous Trump and his minions are. How deranged, delusional, and yes, even demented he may be. It's time to stop the analysis, investigation, and opinion peddling that add little insight to the conversation anymore.

What we need now is action! 

...because every day, we are confronted with another report of unimaginable, indeed intolerable, cruelty. Bigotry. Lying. Cheating. Ignorance. Arrogance. Greed. Indifference. Stupidity. All of which are a threat to our democracy, to our neighbors, and to each of us individually.

Instead of holding Trump accountable...a futile effort...now is the time to hold Congress accountable. To call our senators and representatives out for their failure to take action. For their indifference. For their ineptitude. For abandoning their moral and ethical duty to protect and defend the Constitution of the United States of America. For bowing down and out at Trump's bidding.

How much more can we take?

If marching in the streets unites us and you can get out there, you should GO! If we can flood our congressmen and women with calls to act with sanity and courage, let's do it. If expressing our opinion changes one person's mind, or moves one person to action, or gives any of us hope, we should all be speaking up. Sending emails. Calling. Conversing. Writing. We should be doing whatever we can...peacefully, courageously, and deliberately...to hold Congress accountable.

"The world will not be destroyed

by those who do evil,

but by those who watch them

without doing anything."

~Albert Einstein~

jan

when things get to be just too much...

One of this week's walks...

This past week was difficult for many of us as we tried to process the cold-blooded murder of Renee Nicole Good, an American citizen who was exercising her lawful and constitutional right to protest against ICE, peacefully, in the streets of Minneapolis on Wednesday.

When I woke up on Wednesday morning, my first thought was:

"I wish there would be some good news today...

for a change."

Then I poured myself a cup of good strong coffee, and I turned on the news. The rest is history...and it always will be.

I was trying to process that tragedy when my phone rang. It was my cousin calling to tell me she had been diagnosed with breast cancer over the holidays. Her mastectomy was scheduled for the next day.

Then, my brother called to say that his wife was on the way to the ED for evaluation of some neurological symptoms that have persisted since she suffered a minor concussion a few weeks ago. Her doctors wanted to rule out a stroke or a slow bleed.

Next in line was my daughter calling because she was worried about her great big gorgeous Great Dane. He wasn't eating. He was unusually clingy. He was also having tremors. He appeared to be in pain, but the vet couldn't fit him in that day. They'd been through something like this before...when her last Dane developed bone cancer...so that was worrisome.

Then we got the news about the couple in Portland, Oregon who were shot by federal agents during a traffic stop.

This is hard. It's hard to process the violence, pain, suffering, injustice, and heartache that seem to have become predictable themes in our collective experience, and as well, in our personal lives. We feel a combination of disbelief, grief, anger, and worst of all, despair. It can stop us in our tracks.

My question for you is this: What do you do when things get to be just too much? What do you do to take care of yourself at times like these? To calm yourself. To strengthen yourself. To catch a glimmer of hope, or joy, or peace.

I walk. It's a five-mile round trip that takes me out into the woods and along a little stream. This week, thankfully, the weather cooperated. The skies cleared, and the sun came out with unseasonable warmth. Even the wind quieted down. Twelve deer greeted me along the way. People waved hello.

It helped.

I hope you can tap into your own wellspring of beauty, wonder, peace, and possibility. A moment of joy. A reason for hope. 

Remember:

"Not everything that is faced

can be changed,

but nothing can be changed 

until it is faced."

~James Baldwin~

jan