I admit to being shocked on November 8, 2016. I thought the world I would leave to my son and husband would be a kinder and more tolerant one. But I should have seen the writing on the big, disgusting wall.
2016 was quite likely the last election that I will have been able to vote in. It sounds grim, but survival rates for lung cancer patients are just that. I don’t want to be blind or blind sided by the disease like I was by the election. I don’t want to pretend that everything is all right and will continue to be that way as long as I have a great attitude.
One by one, the treatments have stopped working. Cancer is an evil genius. Still, I am grateful that there have been so many treatments to try. And I’m grateful to the researchers and advocates that keep trying and keep our hopes high.
Thanks to them and my family and friends, I haven’t given up. My hopes get higher every day. But I feel the need to keep one foot in reality. And while I’m here, I’ll try to get kinder and better every day. I’m a rebel.