I now know what it’s like to get a cancer diagnosis.
The bottom drops out of your world. You’re stunned and numb. You’re horrifically frightened. You can’t think straight. You wonder if there’s anything you can do. Physically you feel like you’ve been beaten with a stick. Nothing matters any longer. Everything is on the line.
America just got a cancer diagnosis. So did the entire world.
Donald Trump was elected President.
Until last night I had hope for this country. I thought for sure that like an airplane in a nosedive, we’d pull up at the last minute.
We didn’t.
I honestly thought we were better than this.
The cancer of ignorance, fear, xenophobia, bigotry, lies, bullying, hateful nationalism & racism exploded across the United States in a red wave. Where once I had hope for this nation that surely we’d defeat this demagogue, it slipped away with every announced result.
Repression, regression & suspicion are a part of this cancer, too. Right-wing Christianity has gotten its foot in the door, as have the racist hate groups. Our Vice President-Elect, Mike Pence, is a fanatical anti-gay, anti-abortion Christian conservative and Tea Party supporter. Republicans won the House and Senate. I fear that we will see the demolition of all the progress we’ve made in women’s rights to choose, marriage equality, rights and advancements for people of color, immigrants, the environment and climate change, worker rights, consumer protections, healthcare – this list goes on and on.
The only hope I have at the moment is that some sense of sanity remains in the halls of our government. Hopefully the checks and balances put forth by our Founding Fathers hold sway against the desires & actions of this mentally and emotionally unstable man, this political ignoramus, this cancer, and his cronies.
Like all diagnosed with cancer, I desperately hope there is some treatment, any treatment, that works.
A Little Knowledge Is A Dangerous Thing! 
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