I am an optimist.
The title of my cancer blog references lemonade, for God’s sake.
But I cannot bend my mind enough to be optimistic.
Somewhere in the deep crevices of my mind I hear my optimism, a tiny voice that says things like, “He’s so unpredictable, maybe he’ll do some things right. Maybe he’ll be more socially progressive than he led us to believe.” But the voice is quickly shut down by the deafening numbness we all carry today. I know I can be naive and the fact that I even hear that voice at all is proof positive of that. I am numb and scared.
Healing has been one of my mantras. I am healing my duodenum, my liver, my lungs, my heart and my soul.
May we all heal.
Love and Peace