Yesterday I posted "How am I lucky? Let me count the ways..." and it really seemed to touch people. I am glad. It was written straight from my heart.
Today I would like to set the record a little bit straighter though. Perhaps "the record" is always shifting this way and that, never 100% true to the entirety of any person's story. I want people to know that it is not all rainbows, unicorns and fairy dust in my head. Yes, Gratitude is absolutely life changing and sometimes I am really good at it!
But over the past year an a half I have also experienced a lot of rage. Like: white-hot burning in your belly RAGE. I have felt rage over injustices, cruelty and stupidity.
The truth is that *I* was lucky, but many people were not. Yes,*my* dad got timely cancer treatment that ultimately healed him... but how many hundreds of thousands did not? Yes, *my* mom was with her father when he passed - but how many families did not have that same basic human need filled last year? How many individual's mental health suffered and declined? How many relationships were severed? How many families lost all of their support for their autistic child and were trapped in their houses, basically turning their homes - a place that is supposed to be a safe nest - into a daily living hell?
I had more than one friend tell me last year that *I* was irresponsible and dangerous for asking questions and sharing information that didn't line up with their belief system. My beliefs were compared to a person believing "drunk driving shouldn't be illegal." That's right, my beliefs are the same as saying people should just be allowed to drive around recklessly drunk and killing people willy-nilly.
I feel very loved after receiving so much beautiful feedback on what I wrote yesterday. But I don't want the moment to slip by - my main message was that millions of others suffered more and did not have the benefit of my "luck". And the large majority of those people suffered because of government overreach and lockdowns. I repeat - it was NOT a virus that caused this overwhelming suffering, it was lockdowns.
It's time to turn the tables and stand in our power. I will never agree that it is the government's place to tell us to hunker down, isolated and fearful for months on end. I look back on this year and I know that in ACTUALITY I hurt and killed NO ONE. If someone in our family was sick - we stayed home. Yes - we traveled, we visited family and friends, and we did our best to live "normally." And we were right to do so, because that is actually what is best for individual and public health. Exercise, sunshine, socializing, being with family, being PRODUCTIVE - these are human needs and rights.
But those of you who begged for the government to tell everyone how to live? You absolutely are on the side of history that killed others. You killed elderly with poor public health policy implemented by the government you begged to take over. Not only that, many died alone without their loved ones holding their hands. You killed people who were already suffering from depression and mental health issues - as lockdowns were the last push that sent them over the brink. You killed people who needed medical attention but did not receive it because they were denied or too scared to seek it. The repercussions of lockdowns are not over and will be felt for years and decades to come.
There were two things taken from me last year. Carter's treatment was the first. I can accept that fairly easily. I wasn't sure I even wanted to go down that path anyway and we're very good at meeting his needs as a family. But the second hurt. When we went to NY last summer I was denied a visit with my grandpa. He died later that year so it was my last chance to see him. That hit me hard.
Those of you still saying - well, what are you doing to do? It was a pandemic? I invite to you take a long hard look outside of your normal sources of information and open your heart and mind to asking the questions: Did lockdowns make a difference? Did mandatory mask mandates make a difference? Take this quiz and I think you may be surprised at the conclusions you come to.
Yes, I have felt rage. But I know that rage is not healthy or sustainable. So I let it flow through me and pass. And I do things that nourish my soul, like go to a spray park where Carter runs around for 2 hours while I get to sit and talk with other adults! I go on walks twice daily with my steadfast partner in life. I talk to my mom on the phone every morning and FaceTime with my sister each week. And I make plans for the future... plans to travel, to take classes, to visit family.
I am ready to move on from the rage. But that takes a perspective shift and a lot of letting go. Gratitude helps me get there. I do not plan on rehashing this much more - I know what I believe and most people are now set in their beliefs. If you are ready to move on also, I hope you'll join me.
In 2020, my dad was diagnosed with cancer in January. In February we got an official confirmation that Carter is on the Autism spectrum. In March the whole world locked down. In April a long time, very close friend unfriended me without a word. She did this not only on Facebook but also in the flesh, which became clearer with each passing month. In June my grandpa was hospitalized and kept for a month with no visitors allowed. Even though he had virtually no symptoms, he kept testing positive for COVID. It was a long, hard month. In November we decided to put our house up for rent. In December my grandfather died, of old age.
In 2021, we moved to Florida on January 18th. I texted one of my best friends on January 19th to let her know we made it, and she texted the sweetest words back. This soul sister of mine ended her life 3 days later on January 22nd. Not knowing, I texted her on Monday January 25th. She didn't respond, and I didn't think much of it - it wasn't unusual for her not to reply right away. I found out she died on Thursday, January 28th - almost a week later - when I opened Facebook. I saw her mom had friended me and went to her wall. There, my friend’s beautiful smile stared at me from her obituary.
So, you may be wondering - why did I name this post "How am I lucky? Let me count the ways..." (Yes, the title is a hat tip to Elizabeth Barrett Browning, a great poet that was the topic of one of my high school term papers. Also, I'm pretty sure my dad once wrote out her poem "How do I love thee?" in a love note to my mom. Ah, sweet, young, romantic love!)
Well, the truth is that I have been extremely lucky and I count the ways every day. I am lucky that my dad was diagnosed pre-lockdown so that he started treatments in a timely fashion. He was already well into his treatment plan when lockdowns started. Thank god. Many people were not so lucky.
I am lucky that our parenting journey uniquely prepared us to love, accept and support Carter in his unusual developmental path. The week of lockdowns was supposed to be his first in a program specifically for Autistic kids. He never started that program. I am lucky that I did not depend on it for sanity and support. Many families were not so lucky.
When lockdowns hit, our family was able to hunker down at home easily- we were used to it! The kids and I have been together every day for their whole lives, so nothing new there. Our big kids are the best of friends and we unschool so we had no added stress to our lives. Many kids were not so lucky.
When my friend cut me off, she gave me a gift and I am very grateful. Now I am lucky enough to have a deep understanding that it is ALWAYS best to be 100% myself. Those who stick by me when I do that, are true friends. I am so lucky that this confidence led me to find so many amazing new friends. Many women are not so lucky.
When my grandfather went into the hospital we were extremely lucky that my sister-in- law worked in the hospital where he was, and she checked in on him for us often. We were able to FaceTime with him and have someone in there looking out for him and facilitating communication. I was lucky enough to have many phone conversations with my grandfather and I got creative - singing and playing my guitar for him, reading to him, describing to him the foods he would be able to eat when he got out of the hospital (oh, how he loved that!) Many elderly people were not so lucky.
I am lucky that my husband and I have been on the same page throughout this whole rollercoaster ride. I am lucky that we explored many different ideas together about where we want to go with our family. I am lucky that he can work from home. I am lucky that our house easily rented when we decided to move to Florida. Many couples were not so lucky.
I am lucky that my grandfather did get out of the hospital in the summer and had more time to make memories with his family. He played golf only a couple of months before he died at the ripe age of 96! What a life he had! I am so grateful my mom was by his side when he passed. Many daughters were not so lucky.
I am so lucky to have spent the winter basking in the Florida sun and spending as much time as possible with my parents - soaking up the time my kids got together with their grandparents. Many grandchildren were not so lucky.
As for my soul-sister? I am beyond blessed to have known her and had her spirit touch my life. I am lucky that I was surrounded by love as I grieved her death. I am lucky for all the lessons I learned from her - especially one of her parting gifts, a beautiful philosophy of how I want to live my life. I am so lucky to be following this lesson the best I can and how powerfully it is impacting my life. Many souls are not so lucky.
Yes, life has been extremely challenging for the past year and a half. But all I can see looking back is just how lucky I am.
In January of 2020 our family received news that we all dread. My dad was diagnosed with cancer. He started feeling unwell right around Thanksgiving and had a couple of appointments, including a scan, before Christmas. The scan gave enough information that we all kind of knew what was coming. But that didn't make the official diagnosis in January any easier to hear.
My husband and I had been taking high doses of Vitamin C for 2-3 years at that time. My mom had started to take a daily dose herself. My dad hadn't been as convinced, but when I asked if he was open to the idea of getting high dose intravenous treatments he agreed immediately! In fact, he dove in headfirst finding a place where he could receive infusions and researching himself. Good fortune had me in Florida visiting when we had his first appointment there. My mom and I went with him and met the woman who runs the clinic.
The picture above was taken the week we all gathered for our family visit in Florida. My dad has lost a lot of weight but was feeling pretty good. He started taking high doses of Vitamin C orally back when he first started having symptoms in the fall. That helped him feel better long before he started any formal treatments. That week was bittersweet. We were all so happy and grateful to be together, but of course we were all worried about the unknown future. There were many tears shed when we said goodbye. Dad was set to begin his chemo and vitamin C treatments the next week. I tearfully told dad how PROUD I was of him for trying something outside of the "box". His oncologist was not being exactly supportive of him doing Vitamin C, but he was going forward with it anyway. I told him, "It's going to work. You have to believe and keep your spirits up! It's so important!" He said, "We'll get it done." Oh man, we were a mess!
Fast forward 3 months and we received just about the best possible news. Two out of the three lymph nodes they were tracking had decreased so much in size they were back in the normal range! The third was also down by a significant amount. Altogether the improvement measured about 90%. The Doctor said she was expecting a 30% improvement AT THE MOST. Yet, when my dad mentioned that he had been getting 100 g of Vitamin C intravenously twice a week, she was ambivalent at best and mentioned how it can "interfere" with the chemo! It's difficult to understand that statement, when she herself already said he was doing much better than she expected!
Needless to say, we are thrilled and just want to share our story. There are many, many stories like his being shared! Throughout the first 3 months of treatment, everyone was amazed at how amazingly well Dad was doing! He had virtually zero side effect from chemo, continued to exercise regularly (golf, walks, even pickle ball! and the occasional swim). His weight came back up a bit and stabilized, his appetite was good, and he generally felt as healthy as ever! He will be continuing his treatment plan of chemo and vitamin C and we expect to see continued improvement.
Post Script: I originally wrote this post over a year ago. After one more round of chemo + vitamin C infusions my dad was in in remission. He is doing so great!
These are the number of deaths reported to VAERS after vaccination every year. I did the same exact search 2 weeks ago and today and the Y-axis has jumped up by 800 - so approximately 800 new reports of death in that short time.
Questions I have:
1) If the CDC just denies that any of these deaths were caused by vaccines, then why even collect the data?
2) How many deaths are “too many”? What other drug on earth would continue to be administered with a track record like this? When will we stop the madness? (Not to mention that drugs are given to SICK people in an attempt to heal while these vaccines are being given to everyone regardless of their health to supposedly prevent illness/death)
⬆️I guess that was a 3 for 1 question! 🤪⬆️
3) Has our reporting system- VAERS -been improved at all since Harvard found in 2011 that less than 1% of vaccine reactions were being captured?
4) Perhaps most importantly - if VAERS has not been improved, how many deaths and severe reactions are not being officially recorded?
It is very likely that the numbers we see in VAERS are just the tip of the iceberg. This should frighten all of us.
Dear Governor DeSantis,
My family moved to Florida in January 2021. We moved to be close to family and to escape predictions of an oppressive "Dark Winter" in favor of warmth and sunshine. We also moved to Florida because we liked how you have led the state over the past year.
In the months since, we have continued to be impressed with your intelligence, fairness and fearlessness. This morning I watched your second round table discussion with Dr. Jay Bhattacharya, Dr. Martin Kulldorff and Dr. Scott Atlas. This letter is also directed to these scientists.
I am in agreement with almost everything that was said at today's round table discussion. The censorship that is occurring daily is extremely troubling; and, as a parent it leaves me very worried about our children's future. It really does seem that we are entering a new dark age, if we haven't already arrived.
I am incredibly grateful to you and Doctors Battacharya, Kulldorf, Atlas and Professor Sunetra Gupta (from the first round table) for speaking up. I especially loved Dr. Battacharya's answer to the question about his credentials - he believes we should be focusing on the value of the ideas/data/information presented, not on the credentials of the person presenting them. I couldn't agree more.
The dismay expressed by all of you is well founded. Any shock, however, is not. The censorship, suppression, lack of dialogue and cover up that you all denounced today is not new to this past year: It has been going on for decades, if not longer. The same slander and hostility faced by the brave scientists in your round tables, has been ruthlessly aimed at all individuals who ask any questions about vaccines. This has gone on for as long as vaccines have existed, and regardless of how reasonable the questions are. The most familiar example in the recent past is Dr. Andy Wakefield. All of these scientists are now being "Wakefielded" and it is an ugly, brutal experience.
I am in full agreement with you, Governor DeSantis, that vaccine passports are unacceptable. However, I found it perplexing to hear scientists speak about open dialogue being the only path to scientific progress in one breath and in the next express a simplistic view of how amazing and wonderful these new vaccines are. I can’t help but find this extremely ironic, considering the history of the vaccine (non)debate. Are you prepared to extend this same philosophy of open dialogue to the issue of vaccines?
While it is their right to have a positive opinion of the experimental COVID vaccines, I personally find the high level of confidence expressed by Dr. Kullforff and Dr. Battacharya misplaced. A quick look at the VAERS (Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System) demonstrates that deaths reported post vaccination have skyrocketed since the start of this vaccine campaign in December (see attached photos below). The media and big tech corporations are doing their best to deny, cover up and ignore all serious vaccine reactions and death.
I know that the large majority of our population wants the vaccines; therefore, to stick one's neck out and question whether they are truly as "safe and effective" as we have been led to believe is political/career suicide. I am extremely heartened by the stance you've taken about vaccine passports and appreciate that may be as far as you can go. But I believe that if we do not recognize that the current state of our country is in large part due to years of censorship, propaganda and a lack of open dialogue with regards to our vaccine program, the problems will persist. An article titled, "Five Reasons to Reframe the Vaccine Passport Issue" on the Ron Paul Institute's website laid it out very well:
"We will advance our cause by adopting a “one story” approach and by accurately framing that story as one of incrementally increasing tyranny, permeated with scientific misrepresentations about the risks of infectious diseases and the relative risks and benefits of vaccines.
As indicated above, the story of COVID-19 tyranny is part of a larger story and is best characterized as such."
I have read and researched extensively on the vaccine issue for years before COVID-19. Last Spring when lockdowns began I couldn’t help notice the similarities in the public conversations surrounding these two topics - or more accurately, the lack of transparent, high quality public dialogue that occurs. Over time I came to the same conclusion the above author did - the COVID-19 event is not simply paralleling the vaccine debate, it is a direct extension and continuation of the vaccine issue and all that it encompasses. We will not be able to fully solve the problems you are so concerned with, without addressing the roots of the problems that have been metaphorically buried underground for so long. I am happy to continue this conversation and provide evidence for how I have come to these conclusions with you and any individuals whom are open to engaging respectfully on this topic.
I'd like to end by thanking you, from the bottom of my heart, for your bravery in standing out from the crowd and for your dedication to finding the truth to guide you. There is no doubt that your leadership is inspiring many Americans to be brave, speak up and act in accordance with the values that matter most to them, whether that be truth, freedom, or the pursuit of happiness. I myself, feel more hopeful for the future knowing that you are leading Florida in such an admirable way, and hope that many more states, and countries worldwide, will follow your example.
I have been struggling this week with something. Actually, I've been struggling with it for a while. And I know that I'm not the only one - I know many people are struggling with this very same issue.
This past year I have wanted to be a person who builds bridges between myself and others. I think it is the most important thing we can do at this time. Our society just keeps becoming more and more divided, and we all see it. But are we willing to do the work to heal the divide? Can we build bridges between ourselves and others with different perspectives? My last post was about self-censorship. It seems to me that it is going to be very difficult to build strong bridges if people won't even speak truthfully about their own feelings and beliefs.
My struggle is very personal. I've tried to open tough conversations with some people I love and it didn't go well. One person has cut me off, so there isn't much I can do about that other than process the normal feelings of grief - anger, hurt, and sadness - that come with the death of a relationship. As much as I want to talk things out, you cannot force someone to talk with you without becoming a stalker! So respect the boundary, I must. <- Thank you Yoda.
The other people have not cut me off. We are still in contact and things are civil. But things have changed for me. As I see the propaganda being pushed for vaccine passports, it is impossible not to have a feeling of dread. It is impossible not to think about what many people believe about "people like me".
It's really hard letting relationships go. Even if you aren't completely cut off from someone, some things inevitably change the relationship.
I felt the need to do something. But because my preferred method of resolving differences has been shut down - namely, communicate the crap out of things - it was difficult to know what to do. Do I become a bridge burner? Do I completely cut the relationship off myself in an attempt to protect myself and my family? I needed some relief.
I finally found a solution. I don't have to burn bridges. But I don't have to actively maintain the bridge either. I can "let it go." If it rots, it rots. If railings fall off, that's ok. Planks need replacing? Not my job.
This analogy has been really helpful for me. I don't have to completely burn the bridge to find peace and focus on what's important. I can leave the bridge there, and maybe someday my loved ones will be ready to work together with me to repair the bridge. I look forward to that day.
What does this mean practically speaking? It means that I don't put a whole lot of effort in and I don't expect anything. I am free to put my energy where I really need to put it. I can say no more easily to superficial contact if there are other more important things I need to tend to. But if I want to engage in that way, that's ok too. It means I can be flexible in how I interact. The truth is, I don’t want to invest much in relationships where I can’t be myself and I feel like conversations about topics that are most important to me aren’t welcome.
I hope that this imagery may help some of you struggling with similar relationship dynamics. I know it has helped me find more peace this week.
How have your relationships been impacted this past year? What has helped you navigate difficult relationship dynamics?
"After I resigned from The New York Times over the summer for their hostility to free speech and open inquiry, I began to hear almost daily from such people. Their notes to me sound like missives smuggled out of a totalitarian society.
The passage above is from the article, The self-silencing majority. It is a great read. I was especially struck by it because it is a topic I wrote about recently. Ironically, I changed the word “censorship” to “sense-or-ship” in an attempt to outsmart Facebook algorithms that are increasingly censoring alternative points of view or diminishing the reach of people posting about controversial issues. I posted the following on August 6, 2020:
I can now look back on my life and remember times that I self-censored. I simply didn't speak up even though I had a very different view point or sometimes I purposely mislead the people I was with - I didn't actually lie, but I said things that led them to believe something about me that wasn't true.
I really feel that the most important "issue" of our time is learning to have hard conversations with people that are "different" from us. Over this past year I've lost one of my best friends because she thinks my beliefs are dangerous and irresponsible. Ironically, I had been open with her about our family's choices regarding vaccinations and we had kept our friendship alive for years in spite of our different beliefs. However, she was never willing to actually have the tough conversations about the topic even though I was ready to do so. When 2020 happened our friendship couldn't survive anymore.
I tried opening conversations with family too. I was again shut down. One family member said they didn't want to allow negatives into our relationship.
But for me, the negative is there now. I know how angry people are about people who dare to question our vaccine practices. I know because both of those people told me and reacted angrily. They say that they love and support my family and they just want to ignore the issue but is it really love and support if you have to hide and ignore parts of yourself? Is it love and support when people support government policies coercing your family into an unwanted medical intervention? Is that tolerance? Right now people like me are being portrayed in a way that is making others increasingly intolerant of me and my family. It is scary.
Consider the following passage from a great article written by a UVA student about tolerance:
"Tolerance is a two way street. We can scream all we want about the oppression of LGBTQ+ individuals at U.Va., but the fact remains — in Charlottesville, I have seen more hate and slander for reasonable conservative beliefs than I ever have about my sexuality. All struggles that come with identifying as non-cisgender and non-heterosexual are valid. However, we must start respecting everyone’s existence, as long as they are not causing harm — whether or not we agree with their political beliefs, their lifestyle or their religion. Respecting someone’s existence does not entail instantaneously slandering their character when they stray from our world view. This reaches far beyond my roommate — it is troubling behavior I see every day on Grounds. Consider this — nearly half of the electorate voted for Donald Trump. Do we really believe that half the country is comprised of genuinely hateful people?
We need to start listening to each other. We need to have the tough conversations. We needed to have them long ago, but since we didn't, today will have to suffice.
I’ll close with a quote from my beautiful and wise daughter:
“I think people need to learn how to disagree better.”
Yesterday marked two months since my friend DeAnna left this earth for a more peaceful existence. The picture above is from November. It had been almost 5 years since we were together, yet we were as close as we had ever been. DeAnna was a true soul sister to me. We could talk for hours. And how we laughed! Deep, fully body, belly laughs. I will miss our talks for the rest of my life.
DeAnna was one of the most beautiful spirits I have been blessed to know. In one of our last talks she told me about one of Voltaire’s writings and how he said we should all tend our own gardens. I love that so much.
Yesterday I deleted my Facebook account. Back in November I posted the following about Voltaire - I wouldn’t have found it without DeAnna:
“Il faut cultiver notre jardin: ‘we must cultivate our garden’ or as it has variously been translated, ‘we must grow our vegetables’, ‘we must tend to our lands’ or ‘we need to work our fields’.
What did Voltaire mean with his gardening advice? That we must keep a good distance between ourselves and the world, because taking too close an interest in politics or public opinion is a fast route to aggravation and danger. We should know well enough at this point that humans are troublesome and will never achieve – at a state level – anything like the degree of logic and goodness we would wish for. We should never tie our personal moods to the condition of a whole nation or people in general; or we would need to weep continuously. We need to live in our own small plots, not the heads of strangers. At the same time, because our minds are haunted and prey to anxiety and despair, we need to keep ourselves busy. We need a project. It shouldn’t be too large or dependent on many. The project should send us to sleep every night weary but satisfied. It could be bringing up a child, writing a book, looking after a house, running a small shop or managing a little business. Or, of course, tending to a few acres. Note Voltaire’s geographical modesty. We should give up on trying to cultivate the whole of humanity, we should give up on things at a national or international scale. Take just a few acres and make those your focus. Take a small orchard and grow lemons and apricots. Take some beds and grow asparagus and carrots. Stop worrying yourself with humanity if you ever want peace of mind again. Who cares what’s happening in Constantinople or what’s up with the grand Mufti. Live quietly like the old turk, enjoying the sunshine in the orange bower next to your house. This is Voltaire’s stirring, ever relevant form of horticultural quietism. We have been warned – and guided.”
I am finally ready to really embrace this philosophy... or at least move towards it. Facebook is a whole lot of ego - even when our intentions are pure and good. We want to change the world which means changing other people. We get angry and aggravated by people - strangers - who don’t understand us. We let them live in our heads and take up too much space in our lives.
Today I am much calmer than I have been in a long time. I have my little plot to tend. It’s cloudy right now but I know it won’t be long before the sun shines again. I have 3 beautiful children who have been entrusted to me. I literally don’t have enough minutes in the day to do everything I want. My family is my garden. I choose to invest my time, energy, thoughts and life in them. I am so tired tonight after a full day of cultivating - it feels wonderful. I will always be grateful to DeAnna for all of the lessons I learned from her and especially this parting gift she gave to me.
What is your garden? How can you choose to cultivate it today?
Fractured... Fragmented... Divided... Broken.
If you visited me today you would find me healthy, happy and tanner than I was a couple of months ago. Life is Good, there is no question. My family has been extremely fortunate to take the challenges of 2020 and turn them into opportunities.
Mike has worked from home for a year now. Funny how he resisted this change last year. He was determined to keep going into the office as long as possible... which turned out to be approximately 3 days. 😆
What we found over the coming months was that we all really enjoyed him working from home! We get to see each other so much more. We can touch base throughout the day: we eat lunch together and go on more walks. I can even do some errands or appointments more easily now that Mike is more available. Life slowed down even more (and we were already living a very slow paced life compared to most before this!)
But then we decided to cash in even more on this opportunity by moving to Florida. Now we enjoy lunchtime walks almost every day and weekly visits with Grandma and Grandpa. Stresses seem to melt away in the Florida sunshine.
So yes - My Life Is Good.
But life on Planet Earth? It’s very much a mixed bag still. And to pretend that isn’t so would be the greatest hypocrisy and epitome of privilege. My personal world - what an outsider would see if they could observe on a daily basis - is pretty wonderful. But inside I often feel like the Susan pictured above on the left. I took that picture of myself after I cried for hours and hours. It was September 2014 and one of my best friends had suffered a tragic loss - one of her best friends was hit by a bus and instantly died. My friend had already suffered much in her life - traumatic divorce, a parental custody struggle that lasted years and her sister’s suicide all within a short span of time. I couldn’t believe how unfair life is. I wept for her and her pain. I wondered how much one person could bear.
This same friend of mine took her own life 2 months ago, January 22, 2021. She had reached her limit.
So the picture above represents to me how Fractured I feel sometimes. The pain and grief of the world is overwhelming right now - it is such a stark contrast to my daily life. And I am grateful that I am able to experience this contrast because I know not everyone is so lucky. I also know life moves in cycles and pain and grief will one day become personal again. So I strive to stay in the moment and do my best...striving to make myself as whole as possible, because I believe that is the best way I can do my part to heal the world.
If you stand for freedom and informed choices, no matter what your personal choice is, now is the time to speak up. The time for being quiet and minding your own business is over. Current events may not impact you today or tomorrow, but it will impact you or someone you love eventually (probably sooner than later). I know I am wordy, but please read my following Random Ramblings:
I used to be like you. I vaccinated my baby and brought her to all of her appointments on the 2, 4, 6, 9, 12, 18 month mark on the dot. I believed I was doing the right thing. I graduated college, married my love, got a job teaching.
I aced school tests, played in the marching band and on Varsity sports teams. I dreamed of having a happily ever after family.
I didn't question much of anything. I wasn't passionate about politics - at all. I actually thought the following - "Well, the government *shouldn't* have surveillance on us citizens, because *obviously* that is an infringement of our rights.... BUT I'm really not worried about it - because I didn't have anything to hide!!"
Oh my. It's amazing to look back on our young, innocent, naïve selves.
It's fine if you believe in and desire certain modern medical procedures for you and your family. But do you think it's fine to have said medical procedures tied to a person's ability participate in society? For example, should a person's ability to do the following be contingent on them receiving certain pharmaceutical products:
3) eat at a restaurant
4) attend large events
If you think this is acceptable, I consider you a threat to my family and our ability to live a peaceful, fulfilling life in our country. Medical decisions should always be:
1) private: between a person and their self-selected care provider
2) informed and uncoerced
This is a human right's issue - Period. Many of us thought that this was settled with the Nuremberg Code, but apparently it was not.
If you think people that choose differently than you are dangerous and you feel angry or upset thinking about it, I invite you to talk with someone who has done so. I invite you to dig into your anger and try to figure out *why* you are so angry. I invite you to consider if any of your assumptions may be incorrect. And I especially invite you to start by learning about the power of simply taking Vitamin C regularly to promote your own health. (You know I had to throw Vitamin C in here!) This one health promoting habit will make you healthier, less fearful and more clear on the corruption that exists in our present reality.
If you are reading this, I thank you. I will tell you - the people I respect and learn from have been predicting every step of this past year. We're all exhausted. We all want things back to "normal". But some things will not be ok if we remain silent. There are some people who are exhausted from the effort of sharing - they are moving on, trying to build something for themselves and their loved ones. I'm moving in that direction myself. But I do find it hard to give up. I'm hoping more good people will start speaking up.
Sending you all love and strength! We all need it.
Wife, mom, information and peace seeker.